GoodNovelChapter 421 A Stinging Sensation Meanwhile, Selena was putting in overtat the office. Just as she was about to head home, Mark walked in.
"Miss Fair, here are the resignation papers from a few of us; please take a look," he said, placing the documents on her desk.
Selena raised an eyebrow, surprised that this group was actually willing to initiate their departure. Her expression softened, "Rest assured, you'll get every penny of your severance." Mark Green stood by Selena's side as she, seated, scrutinized the resignation papers. Her frown deepened; the paperwork was sloppy. She was about to speak when a pungent smell hit her, and her head began to spin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs Mark cornered the janitor with a threat, a huge trash can was brought in. "Forget everything you've seen, or you're next!" he hissed.
The janitor, at the bottom rung of the corporate ladder, was trembling with fear and nodded hastily in agreement.
Mark, satisfied, instructed, "Now, take this trash can down to the underground parking lot. Someone will be waiting. Stick with me." The janitor, pale as a ghost, pushed the oversized bin into the elevator. Mark made a call, arranging something sinister. The janitor's anxiety was palpable; she overheard something about an abandoned factory on the outskirts and bit her lip tight.
After hanging up, Mark turned to the janitor, a woman who had silently worked at the company for two years. She was hardworking and quiet, and had kept his extramarital affairs secret after several accidental encounters. "If you stay quiet like you have before, I'll triple your salary once this is over," he promised.
With a nod, the janitor agreed. The bin was wheeled to the parking garage, where a blue van was waiting, its license plate deliberately obscured. This area was under the Fair family's control, and Mark had made sure the surveillance was shut off.
Two burly men unloaded the can into the van, then the doors slammed shut. Mark didn't go with the men, but he too left the scene, leaving the janitor alone.
Shaking, she dialed 911. "I've witnessed a kidnapping. I need to report an abduction. The victim is being taken to an abandoned factory outside the city!" After the call, still uneasy, she bolted out the door, hailed a cab, and followed the van.
Inside the vehicle, Selena, jostling and bumping around, finally cto. As the car reached its destination, she was dragged out and heard the kidnapper on the phone with Raymond.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Montague," the voice crackled over the line, dripping with a reckless bravado. "Selena and Olivia are in our clutches, and I know your guys have our location pinned. But we're wild cards, unafraid of death. Orphans, with no kin to mourn us. So take your pick, Mr. Montague: Does Olivia keep us company, or does Selena?" You know the saying, 'having nothing to lose can make one more dangerous than having all the power in the world.' These desperados lived by that code. Intimidation was a fool's gto them. No families to threaten meant no leverage. They split into groups-Olivia taken by two, Selena by another pair. For Raymond, it had barely been five minutes since Olivia's frantic cry for help rang through his ear. Sure, his men could pinpoint the kidnappers' hideout, but even a chopper ride, soaring straight to a sniper's mark, would chew up a precious ten minutes.
"Don't take it personally, Mr.
Montague. We uphold our own code choose one and we won't lay a finger on the other," they offered, a twisted honor among thieves.
Selena, barely conscious, overheard Raymond's icy command, "Don't hurt Olivia." The chill in his voice seemed to seep through the screen.
In that moment, Selena understood the gravity of their threat. These men were serious, driven by a do-or-die resolve. Who had bankrolled their death wish, she wondered, as her heart sank with the realization that, to Raymond, her nwas nothing.
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