The four kidnappers were stunned. They felt deeply insulted. In their years in the underworld, they''d built a reputation for themselves. In over a decade of kidnapping, they had never encountered such a calm victim. How dare she make demands? Damn it! They were kidnappers! Could she at least show a little respect for their profession?


    "Enough talk!” the leader snapped impatiently, his face contorting as he waved his dagger. "You''d better behave if you know what''s good for you."


    Juniper shot him a disdainful look, casually walked to the van, and slipped into the passenger seat. She even conscientiously fastened her seatbelt.


    Again, the kidnappers were dumbfounded. Was this girl crazy? Worried they had the wrong person, the leader quickly took a photo of Juniper and sent it to his client.


    Deirdre: [Yes, that''s her.]


    As long as it was the right person, that was all that mattered. They were just here for the money.


    "Get in," the leader ordered his men, keeping the dagger pressed to Juniper''s neck.


    "Wait—” Juniper''s voice cut in. She nced in the rearview mirror at the oddly shaped goon. "If he sits there, I''ll be able to see him, and it''ll hurt my eyes."


    "You-!" The ugly goon''s face twisted in anger, and he lunged toward her. Did this little brat not understand the situation?


    “Shut the hell up! There''s a caring," the leader yelled, pulling the goon into the seat directly behind Juniper. From that angle, she couldn''t see him.


    “Let''s go!” the leader urged, then warned Juniper, “Don''t make a sound, got it?" "Connect the Bluetooth and y my music," Juniper said, tossing her phone to the driver. She then crossed her arms and calmly closed her eyes.


    The leader was bbergasted. Was the dagger in his hand just for decoration? Why wasn''t she scared at all?


    The van started up and headed toward a more secluded area, eventually stopping in front of an abandoned factory.


    The door slid open, and a goon grabbed Juniper''s arm. "Get out."


    Juniper, who had just woken up from a nap, was still groggy and irritable Seeing the hand on her arm, her gaze turned icy. With a slight turn of her body to the left, the goon went flying several feet away.


    He was speechless. What just happened?


    The other three blinked, not quite registering what they had seen. Did this girljust throw him Her hands, were tied behind her back, and she was as thin as a fork. Where did she get that strength?


    Juniper ignored him and walked into the factory on her own.


    "This girl''s a real piece of work," the leader said, finally snapping out of it. He motioned for his men to follow. "Keep a close eye on her. Don''t let her pull any tricks."


    He then took out his phone to call their client.


    "I know," Deirdre said with a contemptuousugh when she answered. She thought Juniper would be some formidable opponent, but she was captured so easily.


    "Keep an eye on her. We''ll be there soon."


    After hanging up, Deirdre looked at Yelena. “How we deal with her is up to you, sweetie."


    These men were experts at making people disappear without a trace. No matter what they did, they would clean up afterward, ensuring no evidence was left behind.


    “Okay,” Yelena said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I''ll make sure she suffers."


    "By the way," Deirdre added, gazing lovingly at her daughter, "don''t let your father or Trent know about this. Your father is busy dealing with his mistress, and Trent looks down on us.


    we cause any more trouble, we''ll lose our ce in the Wilcox family."


    Her goal now was to groom her daughter for a career in entertainment, making her a


    star so she could marry into a top-tier wealthy family.