?Chapter 64:


    Inside the Scott family’s residence, Phillip’s phone rang, and the bodyguard’s shaky voice came through. Hearing the report, Phillip snapped, “Why aren’t you here yet?” A few words were exchanged before he ended the call, his face drained of color.


    Phillip stood by the study door upstairs, giving it a gentle knock. A frosty e in” replied, and he pushed the door open to enter.


    “Mr. Scott, the security guard watching over Miss Wilson reported that she, along with Mr. Hayes’ nephew, Kaiden, were taken by three men. They werest seen driving away from mour Club in Miss Wilson’s car,” Phillip recounted, his head bowed.


    With a thud, Sean ced the file on his desk and rose from his chair, fury recing his usual calm. “What use is the bodyguard if this happened? How could he let her get kidnapped when it was his responsibility to keep her safe?”


    Feeling a chill, Phillip raised a hand. “Well… it all went down real quick, and the other party had guns… The bodyguard hadn’t even stepped foot in the garage when the men sped off in Miss Wilson’s car.”


    Sean’s expression turned stern. He reached for hisputer on the desk. “Prepare the car. I’ll be there in five minutes.”


    “Understood.”


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    The sleek ck sports car blended effortlessly into the darkness of the night. Sean hopped into the car,ptop in hand.


    Once inside, Sean set theptop on hisp. The faint glow from theputer screen illuminated his hardened face, adding to his menacing look.


    “Have you brought any bodyguards along?” he asked, his voice low.


    “Yes, and they are armed.”


    Sean’s fingers danced across the keyboard with ease. Theputer screen lit up, disying surveince footage from mour Club’s garage. Spotting the man exuding an intimidating aura from the driver’s seat, Sean couldn’t help but grit his teeth.


    Those hands were tainted with blood.


    To Sean, Norah always seemed soposed in his presence, the picture of calm, yet beneath it, she was fragile. This ordeal must have petrified her. He was determined to save her swiftly.


    Recalling her tearful gaze, Sean felt a surge of urgency. Clenching his jaw to steady himself, he was confident he could rescue her.


    “Mr. Scott, where are we headed?”


    Sean hacked into Glophia’s traffic system, pinpointing the exact surveince footage using the license te number. Thest known location was “Highholt Expressway.”


    As the white sedan’s engine hummed softly, Curt Herrera, the leader of the kidnappers, dragged Kaiden out by his cor. They had arrived at an abandoned factory, its crumbling structures scattered around. Curt parked in the middle of the debris, selecting a spot that offered perfect concealment.


    Mylo Vdez and Juan Archer, the two henchmen, had their eyes on Norah, but they didn’t dare make a move because of Curt’s authority. Curt imed the privilege of being the first to indulge in any spoils.


    Juan hopped out of the vehicle, sidling up to Curt, and said, “Curt, thatdy inside is stunning. You go first. Let me handle that guy.”


    Curt shoved Kaiden to the side and shifted his gaze toward Norah in the car, his eyes betraying his lust. Norah’s beauty shone even in this grim situation. She tilted her head down, her hair falling over her shoulders, and her shimmering silver-white dress outlining her figure attractively. She was charming, safe from the police for now.


    “Let’s take a break here. Watch this guy for me. I’ve got some business to attend to,” Curt rubbed his hands together and instructed his underlings. “You’ll have your turn after I’m finished.”


    Mylo exited the vehicle, nodding respectfully and opening the car door for Curt. “Curt, we’ll stand guard. Uh, is it okay if we watch?”


    Curt conceded, “Sure, I won’t lock it. You get to watch.”


    As darkness enveloped the abandoned factory, the night grew deeper. Restrained by Juan, Kaiden could only watch as Curt walked toward the car. Inside, Norah’s allure was undiminished, seemingly unaware of the looming threat. She casually turned her head, and upon locking eyes with Kaiden, she offered a disarming smile.


    Kaiden thought to himself, incredulous.


    “Smiling? How can she afford to smile at a time like this? Does Norah not grasp the gravity of her situation?”


    Dressed in a form-fitting silver-white gown, Norah’s beauty could rival that of a celebrated TV star. For Curt and his crew, ustomed to a harsher existence, stumbling upon such captivating beauty was unforeseen. All three of them were captivated by Norah’s appearance.


    Curt, misreading Norah’s smile as an attempt to ingratiate herself, boasted, “Smart girl, recognizing the boss and how to charm. Don’t worry, you’ll be well cared for.”


    Norah smiled again, her eyes sparkling with an unknown intent. “Might you…” Curt paused at the door, proudly stating, “No harm in sharing. Part of the FOX Alliance. Keep us happy, and I promise you a life of luxury with us.”


    Norah looked on, puzzled, unfamiliar with the criminal organizations. Kaiden, however, recognized the name.


    The FOX Alliance was a notorious gang in Glophia, engaged in a slew of illegal activities and heavily targeted byw enforcement. Back at his home, Kason had briefed him on the criminalndscape of Glophia, giving him a basic understanding of prominent and lesser-known groups. Earlier, the mention of the Inferna Alliance highlighted its status as a formidable criminal entity in Glophia.


    “If you have noints, then attend to me,” Curt said. Norah appearedpliant, which made Curt develop a fondness for her, seeing her as an ally in their precarious situation. He resolved to show her a degree of kindness.


    However, Kaiden couldn’t stand by as Curt advanced on Norah. Coming from a military background, he feltpelled to intervene rather than witness a disaster. He seized Juan’s wrist tightly, using a quick move to toss him to the ground. Then, he struck Mylo on the side of his head with his elbow, stunning him momentarily. Kaiden lunged at Curt, aiming to knock him down, and yelled, “Miss Wilson, get out of here!”


    Juan, though down, was quick to act. He drew a handgun from his belt and aimed it at Kaiden. Mylo, clutching his head, spat out angrily, “You little punk, hitting me? You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”


    Curt, caught by Kaiden, found himself unable to move. He struggled, repeatedly hitting Kaiden on the head, and screamed, “You ipetent fools! You can’t even handle one man! Hey, let me go!”


    Despite the onught, Kaiden held firm, not loosening his grip. “Miss Wilson, run for it!” he urged.


    While Curt was enjoying his assault, a cold object pressed against his head. “Enough!” Norah’s chilly voice echoed through the vacant space.


    Curt attempted to shift his head but abruptly realized it was a gun pressed against him. His body went ck as he reached for his waist, only to discover his handgun missing. Bewildered, Curt tried to figure out when Norah had managed to disarm him.


    “Curse you!” Mylo and Juan could only watch in astonishment. They were baffled. Where did this beautiful woman get the gun?


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