Shenmaine used <b>GPS </b>to find Ross, then zeroed in on Danielle.
<b>The </b>results were clear. They were on opposite ends of the city. This wasn’t about Danielle. They’d used her to bait Ross.
<b>She </b>called Alex, Ross‘ assistant in Lightspring City, and gave quick orders, and the helicopter took off.
Phones weren’t allowed mid–flight because they interfered with helicopter signals, but Shermaine bypassed that. She texted Joshua: [Reach out to <b>Danielle’s </b>dad.]
The night stretched on, bringing a chill. Deep in the abandoned factory, lights glowed, revealing a dozen so dark figures.
Ross slipped in unnoticed until he demanded, “Where is she?”
His voice was icy, nowhere near the warm, easy tone that usually felt like a spring breeze. This sounded like a harsh autumn wind, making them shiver<b>. </b>
The sudden voice jolted everyone. They went stock–still for a beat before realizing Ross was standing there in the murky light.
“Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” someone yelped.
“Who dropped the ball on guard duty?” growled a fierce–looking guy in a leather jacket with a gold chain.
“Paul was supposed to be watching,” someone muttered.
“Where the hell is he?” the fierce–looking guy asked.
They called for Paul, but only echoes answered.
Pauly crumpled on the floor, his face bruised and swollen, knocked out cold.
Ross repeated, “Where is she?”
The guy in charge, wearing a leather jacket and a thick gold chain, sneered, “You really came alone?”
“Yeah,” Ross replied.
“Huh, you actually showed up by yourself. Impressive,” the man said with a nasty smirk. “You’re a straight shooter. I thought I’d need <b>all </b>these guys to deal with you, but looks like I can handle you on my own.”
“So she’s not here,” Ross said, his voice turning menacing.
The man stepped forward, pulling <b>off </b>his jacket to show off his massive arm muscles. <b>“</b>That’s right. You got conned. <b>The </b>woman isn’t here.<b>” </b>
Ross rolled his neck, joints cracking, and undid <b>a </b>couple of buttons on his shirt. “As long as you know where she is.”
“Even if I do, you’re dead tonight,” the man boasted, oblivious to the danger he was in.
Over <b>at </b><b>the </b>dock warehouse, Danielle was still unconscious from the drugs. Footsteps echoed, and someone crouched beside <b>her</b><b>, </b>gently touching <b>her </b>cheek. <b>His </b>voice was cold and possessive. “Dr. Shelly, you belong to me.”
<b>He </b><b>stared </b><b>at </b>her <b>for </b><b>a </b>moment<b>, </b>then turned to the man behind him. “When will she wake up?<b>” </b>
“Maybe ten more <b>minutes</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>Came <b>the </b>reply.
“Make <b>sure </b>you y your part perfectly,” he ordered.
Chapter <b>310 </b>
<b>The </b>rat faced <b>man </b>grinned at <b>the </b><b>young</b>, <b>good </b><b>looking </b><b>guy</b>. <b>“</b><b>Don’t </b>worry<b>, </b>Mr. Jean. We’re professionals. Your money’s worth it.<b>” </b>
<b>Mr. </b><b>Jean </b>was <b>Jason</b>.