Chapter 256: Kidnapping 1
Leona Grant watched her dash off, pressing his lips together. "So, are you going next Tuesday?"
"We’ll see," Annabelle Linton replied before hurrying frantically out the door.
Mrs. King had just called to say that the tumor in Carla King’s father’s brain had taken a turn for the worse. ’It was just removed a few days ago,’ Annabelle thought. ’How could it be worse already?’
Annabelle Linton ran out of the villa and quickly told the driver to take her to the hospital.
Because of her work, she was constantly running to the hospital. Annabelle was getting sick of it.
Just as the car started to move, Vivian Yates emerged slowly from behind a grove of trees outside the villa’s gate.
Watching the car speed away, the corner of her mouth curled into a vicious smirk, her eyes glinting with malice.
’Annabelle Linton, starting today, I’m going to take everything from you. Everything you stole from me, I will get it all back, piece by piece!’
...
Annabelle Linton sat in the car, looking anxiously out the window.
But as they drove on, she realized they were going the wrong way.
Seeing that he was clearly driving in the opposite direction of the hospital, Annabelle Linton frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"
"SCREECH—"
The moment she spoke, the car came to a sudden halt, and the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against her head.
Annabelle Linton narrowed her eyes. Looking at the driver, she finally realized he was a stranger.
In truth, she wouldn’t have suspected anything even if it had been her regular driver.
Undaunted, she looked at the driver coolly. "Do you have any idea what the consequences will be for doing this?"
"Heh, of course I do." As he spoke, someone else got into the car.
The driver started the car again while the man who had just gotten in pointed a gun at Annabelle Linton with a grim expression. "You know the situation you’re in. Don’t waste your breath, and don’t try any funny business. You hear me?!"
Annabelle Linton showed no trace of panic. She looked at him, her face impassive. "What’s the purpose of this? Money? I’ll pay you ten times what you’re being offered. Let me go."
’A problem that can be solved with money is no problem at all.’
The man sneered, pushing the gun closer. "I told you to cut the crap, didn’t you hear me? One more word, and I’ll blow your damn head off!"
Annabelle Linton shot him a cool glance, her eyes flashing with unmistakable disdain. "Fine. Go ahead and shoot me."
The man was stunned into silence. Seeing the composure in her eyes, he almost thought they had kidnapped the wrong person.
’Why is she still so calm?!’
A moment later, he snapped out of it, practically growling through gritted teeth, "Don’t think I don’t have the guts!"
Annabelle Linton simply looked at him coolly, her expression a clear dare for him to shoot.
The man’s brow twitched. Catching a disapproving glance from the driver, he lowered the gun. "I’m not going to argue with a woman like you."
"Heh."
Annabelle Linton sneered and closed her eyes.
’I have to stay calm in a situation like this.’
Her mind raced, turning over two questions again and again: Who was behind her kidnapping, and how was she going to get out of this?
...
She lost track of how long they drove. After countless twists and turns through narrow alleys, they finally arrived.
The car stopped inside an abandoned factory.
"Get out!"
Annabelle Linton was shoved out of the car.
As soon as she was out, the car sped away.
A large group of people instantly swarmed out of the abandoned factory. A few bodyguards grabbed her roughly and began forcing her inside.
"Let me go!" Annabelle Linton struggled fiercely.
SMACK! A hand flew out and slapped her across the face. Pinned and unable to resist, Annabelle was forced to keep walking as the man beside her delivered a cold warning, "Shut your mouth. Understand?"
The force of the slap knocked Annabelle’s head to the side, but she was still dragged further into the factory.
The moment she was inside, she saw them—three people staring at her with murderous expressions.