?Chapter 538: Tiffany shot Lindsay a cold look and snapped, Leave us alone! She could sense Lindsays obstruction, her words sharp with suspicion.


    Harlee, too dizzy to speak, realized that it was Lindsays perfume wreaking havoc on her senses.


    A sudden warning rang in her mind.


    Lindsay wouldnt have been able to acquire such a dangerous, drugced perfume on her own.


    It was clear that Lindsay had conspired with Hale.


    Harlees instincts told her she was in serious danger.


    She clung to the hope that one of the locations she had given Ritchie might lead to Hales whereabouts.


    If not, with Hales cunning ways, the thought of what he might do to her was terrifying.


    As for the location she had sent earlier, her hopes were minimal.


    The odds of anyone catching up to her were slim.


    Even if, by some miracle, they did find her, it wouldnt mean much unless they could extract her from Hales clutches.


    Without a rescue, knowing her exact location was pointless.


    After a tense, erratic journey, Tiffany finally guided Harlee to the entrance, their timing perfect as Clint appeared.


    Were here! Tiffany dered, signaling to Clint.


    Just as Tiffany was about to help Harlee over, suddenly, half a dozen stealthy, ck-d men sprang into action.


    Three of them grabbed Harlee, swiftly shoving her into a sleek ck Bentley, while another group knocked Tiffany unconscious and hauled her into a different vehicle.


    The assants split tactically into two groups.


    Lindsay made a move for the Bentley but found herself forcefully pulled toward the car containing Tiffany instead.


    gα?ησν?????s is your story source Clint dashed toward them in a desperate attempt to intervene, but it was toote.


    Harlee and Tiffany were already whisked away.


    Clint darted into his car, the engine roaring to life, when Rhys unexpectedly appeared before him.


    Upon realizing something was amiss earlier, Harlee had quickly alerted Tonya, Ritchie, and Rhys, while simultaneously enabling the location trackers on her phone and watch.


    Clint, his animosity toward Rhys momentarily forgotten, pointed out the situation urgently.


    Harlees been abducted by those two ck cars up ahead.


    Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Rhys fired up his engine with a fierce determination, assigning Clint to tail Tiffanys vehicle while he thundered after the ck Bentley.


    His speedometer soared past 180 km/h in a blur.


    Inside the Bentley, panic ensued among the abductors.


    Damn it! Theyre right behind us! the driver eximed, his voiceced with rm.


    The groups leader barked his orders with cold precision.


    Push faster and get rid of him! If he gets any closer, were finished! With no alternative, the driver floored the elerator, pushing the already modified car beyond 230 km/h.


    He cursed under his breath.


    Is this guy insane? Im hitting 230 and hes still on our tail! If he rams us at this speed, it could be catastrophic… His resolve wavered, causing the cars speed to falter slightly.


    The groups leader snapped viciously, We must deliver her to Mr.


    Norris unscathed, or not only are we doomed, but our families back home will pay the price too.


    Drive, you fool! Driven by sheer terror, the driver mmed down on the gas pedal once more.


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