When Yvonne woke up, she found herself bound and curled up in a moving jeep.


    The two men in the front seats hadn''t noticed she was awake and were still talking freely.


    "So this is the broad who took down the Rogers family? She''s got some nerve," one of them said.


    "Never underestimate a woman. Remember what happened to Mr. Gonzalez? It was a woman who brought him down," the other replied.


    "This woman''s pretty famous now, huh? Actresses are something else, all soft and fragrant. I''d die happy if I could sleep with her."


    "Now that she''s in Mr. Rogers'' hands, she''s not going to have an easy time. Maybe when he''s tired of her, he''ll let us have a turn."


    The two men snickered lewdly.


    Yvonne held her breath, remaining silent.


    She had been caught off guard and tricked. But as a former police officer with special training, a standard sedative wouldn''t keep her unconscious for long.


    Still, she was tied up and couldn''t escape. She had to wait for the right moment.


    The jeep sped along, eventually entering the western suburbs and stopping in front of an abandoned factory.


    Tworge men were standing guard at the factory entrance. When they saw the jeep pull up, they quickly approached.


    "You got her?"


    "Of course. Mr. Rogers'' n was wless," a man said as he opened the trunk and dragged Yvonne out.


    Yvonne kept her eyes closed, enduring the pain of being dragged across the ground like a corpse into the factory.


    "Still not awake?" a man''s voice, light and mocking, echoed inside the factory. Yvonne recognized it as Darcy''s.


    So, Darcy hadn''t left the country after all; he''d been here the whole time.


    "We went to so much trouble, even


    used our inside man Patrick, justat


    get this woman. Are you sure She can make Bet let us go


    "What, you don''t trust me?" Oscar said, a cigarette dangling from his left hand as he exhaled a puff of smoke.


    Oscar was an escaped convict, and the police were hunting them everywhere, even bringing in the military.


    Istra was now a city-wide, and


    they had no way out. But with help from the heir of the Thompson family, they might just have


    chance to escape.


    It all depended on how much this woman, Yvonne, meant to Bet.


    Men often understand other men best. Even if Bet tried his best to hide it, his eyes never lied.


    Just as Sandra had said, there are two things in this world you can''t hide: a cough and love.


    So, the first thing Oscar did after escaping was to meticulously n Yvonne''s abduction to use her as a hostage.


    Darcy had always trusted Oscar''s judgment. He let out a sneer, his eyes raking over Yvonne''s body with a greedy, lewd expression.


    "Bet''s woman. I wonder what she tastes like."


    "Why don''t you find out for yourself?" Oscar said with a grin, flicking the ash from his cigarette. He then motioned to his men.


    Understanding his signal, they immediately brought over two professional video


    cameras.


    “What''s this? A live broadcast?" Darcy chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement.


    "After we escape Istra, we''ll send the video of this woman getting passed around to Bet. I''d love to see if he sull wants a woman who''s been defiled."


    Oscar said, taking a drag from his cigarette.


    "I heard Bet is the hopelessly romantic type. What if he really doesn''t mind?”


    Darcy scoffed.