Chapter 774: Ransomed
Dora was fuming, her anger burning at her own stupidity. How could she have been so careless? She twisted her wrists against the rope, glaring as the material dug into her wrist but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the anger cuhurning in her mind. She couldn’t even remember who this person might be. After all, there weren’t many people whose lives she had meddled in directly—or at least not many who would come after her like this. So, who could it be? And why could she not remember anyone? Only one suspect would make her feel better.
Her thoughts turned to Anna, the most recent person she had dealt with. But Anna? Dora hadn’t done anything to her? She’d confronted Lord Rupert-Anna’s father, but surely that couldn’t have led to this. Unless Anna blamed her for having to reveal herself or being forced to marry Rafe...Or maybe being with Kael. The thought seemed far-fetched, but doubt started creeping in, making her question and revisit the entire conversations they’d held.
Then there was the foreign minister. He had tried to force her to resign because of those rumors of an afffair between her and Rafe, but she had dealt with him fairly. As far as she knew, he didn’t have a wife, daughter, or sister who would come after her just because she stood her ground. Yet here she was, gagged and bound, unable to figure out who would hold such a grudge against her.
The room around her was dim, the only sound coming from a fan humming somewhere above. Dust floated in the faint light seeping through a dirty window so that she could not even see anything outside. The place smelled also like an old warehouse or storage facility. But despite all this, she could not think of a way to escape.
Whoever her kidnapper was, they were, unfortunaately too smart. They had her tied up and they’d even not deigned to speak again, giving her a chance to guess who could the person be.
She looked around the room, searching for anything she could use to escape—a rusty nail, a piece of glass, anything to cut the ropes. But the room was empty, with only the chair she was sitting on the piece of furniture.
Dora narrowed her eyes, glaring at the window as she weighed her limited options. Her legs were bound tightly, and if she wanted to escape, her only choice seemed to be hurling herself against the window. But that would likely just injure her further, offering little hope of freedom.
Suddenly, a faint sound broke the silence—a creaking noise, like a door opening somewhere behind her. Dora froze, her heart skipping a beat as footsteps echoed through the room. The door creaked shut, and then she heard someone approaching.
A shadow fell over her, and a man came into view, his face hidden by the dark. Without a word, he leaned down and removed the gag from her mouth. the sudden release caused her jaw to ache as she breathed in desperately, trying to feel her tongue again. Before she could speak, he pressed a phone to her ear.