?<strong>Chapter 663:</strong>


    Kallie fought back desperately, her cries muffled and indistinct. The man who had initially assaulted her appeared, breathless and cursing. “This woman is cunning and quick. I nearly lost her.” The elderly man, none other than the Morgan family’s butler, looked on with disdain. “Had I not intervened, you would have indeed lost her. Watch yourself, or the higher-ups will have your head.”


    The man, the butler’s nephew, recoiled, visibly shaken. He remained silent, too frightened to speak.


    Kallie watched their faces closely. They were clearly conspiring and seemed to be carrying out someone’s orders. Their brazenness extended to not even concealing their faces. Their boss must be extraordinarily influential and have no intention of letting her survive. But this was the Morgan family’s territory.


    Who held more sway than the Morgan family?


    The thought sent shivers down Kallie’s spine.


    “I had thought we might not make it today,” the butler said to his nephew, eyeing Kallie. “But she strayed by herself, presenting an ideal chance.”


    Turning to Kallie, the butler said, “Miss Nixon, you can’t really me us. Your carelessnessnded you in this situation.”


    Kallie seized the opportunity and bit the hand that was silencing her. With that, she could finally draw a breath. Her gaze was cautious and sharp. “What do you want from me? Money? Influence? You know who I am. I can arrange whatever you need. Just let me go. I promise, this stays between us.”


    With a sinisterugh, the nephew remarked, “Darling, look closely at who you’re dealing with. You don’t have what we’re after. Consider who you might have upset.”


    Kallie eyed the man with growing recognition. Her eyes widened in shock as realization dawned on her. This was the man who had tried to harass her at the bar.


    But wasn’t it just a dream? If it wasn’t a dream, then what about Jake? She had met him that day.


    Before Kallie could voice her questions, she was silenced once more. This time, her vision was blocked by a ck cloth, plunging her into pitch darkness. Her limbs were securely tied, and she felt herself being hoisted into a vehicle.


    About thirty minutester, Kallie was removed from the vehicle.


    Time seemed to blur.


    When they finally removed the cloth, Kallie’s first instinct was to scan her surroundings, but everything was still dark. She found herself in a cramped, dim room with a tiny window near the ceiling. The window was too small for an adult to squeeze through.


    The door was firmly closed, effectively barring any escape.


    In such dire straits, Kallie felt fear surge through her, causing her to shake uncontrobly. She continuously told herself to stay calm. Just as she steadied her nerves, she heard the sound of a lock turning from the outside.


    A man appeared in the doorway, murmuring curses under his breath.


    Kallie’s heart sank as she recognized him. It was the same man from the bar, the one who had made aggressive advances toward her.


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