As soon as the chilling pressure against his temple lifted, he copsed, drenched in cold sweat. He couldn''t fathom how a simple kidnapping task from Austin could turn into such a nightmare.
Who was that girl, really?
As stood up, not sparing a nce at the three men on the ground. He slightly turned his head and spoke to his subordinate, "Get rid of them."
The words "get rid of them" caused the men to turn as pale as ghosts, especially the one who had disconnected Mirabe''s call. He suddenly remembered what she had said.
Hanging up would bring big trouble.
So, she wasn''t just threatening him; she was dead serious...
**
As got back into his car, casually resting his hand on the door frame. A few minutester, his subordinate joined him, bringing with him a faint scent of blood.
"Boss, we''ve got the scoop. The girl Austin had us grab is from the Cunningham family. Not exactly sure why, though," his subordinate said, starting the car.
"Which Cunningham family?" As''s eyes narrowed as he gazed out the window.
"If I''m not mistaken, it''s Debra''s side of the family."
As had his suspicions, but his expression still changed slightly.
The driver nced in the rearview mirror, hesitated for a few seconds, and then quietly asked, "Boss, what do we do?"
Normally, the Cunningham family would be finished, but this particr Cunningham family was Debra''s kin. Even though ties had been severed years ago, blood is thicker than water.
As pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before finally saying, "First, let''s get the girl back. We''ll figure out the restter."
"Got it." The driver responded softly. After a few minutes, he suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Boss, those guys'' hands were already messed up."
"Hm?" As turned his focus forward. He had noticed the bandages but hadn''t given them much thought.
"Someone might''ve roughed them up before we got there," the driver spected.
As narrowed his eyes, wondering if someone had already made a move to find the girl before them.
**
Mirabe walked out of Austin''s mansion, her hand slightly red and scraped. Tired and hungry, she nced at her injured hand with disdain.
As she headed towards themunity exit, she pulled out her phone and tapped
it, only to realize it was dead. With a sigh, she put it away.
The mansion''smunity was huge, and it took her about fifteen minutes to reach the main gate. The security guard, noticing she was a new face, asked her a few questions before letting her out.
With a dead phone, no money, and no cars in sight, Mirabe felt utterly defeated as she looked at the darkening sky.
It seemed like the universe was having augh at her expense.
She let out a long sigh and was about to continue down the road when a ck sedan sped towards her. Its blinding headlights made her instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.
The screech of brakes filled the air, and the blinding light vanished. Mirabe paused for a few seconds, lowered her hand, and squinted at the car that had stopped just a few feet away.