"Sasa..." Zachary stood frozen, his entire body icy, unable to move even a step. Sarah didn’t know how she had left, but she didn’t want to look back. Chancer Family.Lucy’s face turned pale with fear, her phone ringing non-stop. After hanging up on Tom’s call, her phone rang again. She quickly turned it off, but it started ringing on the landline. Worried someone might overhear, she rushed to answer. "What do you want from me? Stop calling!" "Alright, wait for the news tonight," came Tom’s voice, calm and threatening. "No! Don’t send it!" Her fingers trembled as she gripped the phone tightly. "If you don’t want me to post this video online, come to Mist Island Hotel. You have half an hour. If I don’t see you within that time, the video will be sent to all the major media outlets." Tom hung up after his words. Lucy was trembling with fear. She didn’t know what to do, but she knew Tom wasn’t bluffing. She glanced at her phone screen, her body jolted, and she
Sarah's heart sank as she followed the sound of the crying, her brow furrowing in confusion. Was someone really abandoning a baby here? She carefully approached the bushes, the crying growing louder with each step. When she finally got close enough to take a look, her eyes widened in shock. There was no baby—just a recording device. Before she could react, she felt a cold shiver down her spine. A sharp pain suddenly struck the back of her head, and then everything went black. When Sarah regained consciousness, she realized she was bound and in complete darkness, the air thick with the scent of mildew. The pain in her head was intense, and she wondered if she had been hit hard enough to cause bleeding. Had she been kidnapped again? By whom? Suddenly, the lights flickered on, blinding her momentarily. She squeezed her eyes shut as laughter echoed in the room—loud and derisive. "Sarah, you b*tch!" It was... Lucy’s voice! "Lucy, you kidnapped me?" Sarah asked, her voic
Sarah's voice was cold as she said, "There's one condition. I feel disgusted just seeing her. If you record a video of her, I'll give you the money. Otherwise, I’d rather die.""Don't forget who helped you find her!" Lucy screamed.Sarah ignored her, her focus still on Tom. "Well? Five million for a video. After you release me, I won’t pursue the kidnapping charges against you.""Don't believe her! She's just playing you! How could she possibly let you go once she gets the money from Zachary and Melvin?” Lucy’s voice trembled with fear. She was worried that Tom might be swayed and that all the hard work of getting out of trouble would be undone."It's not impossible..." Tom looked at Lucy. He was only after the money; who gave it to him didn't matter.“Tom! Think about it. If you agree to her, what if she doesn't give you the money in the end? Why not contact her cousin now and get the five million? Once you have the money, you can leave the country and be safer!" Lucy was trying
James' voice was cold as he asked, "What exactly is going on?"He could not possibly believe that whatever was making Lucy cry like this wasn’t important.Tears streamed down Lucy's face as she was shouted at, but how could she tell him the truth?James' expression darkened. "If you don’t tell me, how can I not let her go? Who kidnapped you today?""It was Sarah! She did it!" Lucy couldn’t forget the sound of Sarah and Tom tying her up.That damn Tom really tied her up and even handed her the storage card!She was unwilling to accept it—how could she just accept this?“James, it was Sarah who had me kidnapped." She cried desperately.James looked at her in disbelief, still unsure. "Are you sure?"“James! Sarah kidnapped me, and you don’t believe me? I’m your sister!" she cried out."I'll confirm it." When they got home, Lucy started crying uncontrollably. No matter what her mother or James asked, she remained silent.She didn’t want to speak, not wanting to make James an
She spent a long time trying to figure out the direction for her paper, and once she began writing, she realized how difficult it was.At 6 p.m., there was a knock at the door.A waiter delivered her hotel meal—steak, red wine, and coffee.The meals offered to participants could be chosen freely, but she didn’t have time to pick. She just ordered a steak. Time was precious; the competition lasted only one month, and the topic she chose was a difficult one. Just collecting the materials and data would take a lot of time. Next, she would have to leverage her connections.A good paper relies heavily on quality data, and such data isn’t easy to obtain.Fortunately, she had a distinct advantage: Scott would help her access the latest research data.After determining her direction, she started searching for ways to build the data model.The closed-off environment didn’t mean participants couldn’t leave the hotel. Early on, she had met some of the other contestants.There were over
Mrs. Chancer held Lucy protectively. "Tell us, dear. How can your brother help if you won't explain?"Her eyes were red from worrying about Lucy's self-isolation.For the first time, Lucy felt powerless despite her family's influence."A video," she choked out, knowing silence would only make the eventual revelation worse."What video?" James watched her warily.Their mother fell silent, releasing Lucy."Sarah paid a man 5 million to film me... that kind of video." Lucy clutched her hands nervously.James understood immediately, but doubted Sarah would spend so much on revenge.He stared at Lucy sharply. "What did you do this time?""Nothing!" Lucy avoided his gaze, hiding behind their mother."James! Your sister's suffering and you're defending that witch?" their mother protested."Find her! This video will ruin your sister's life!"“James! I did nothing wrong! Help me! I'll die if people see it!" Lucy sobbed, clutching his sleeve.James knew the scandal would devastate t
The smell of alcohol was thick in the air—he had been drinking. She helped him sit on the sofa. His hand gripped her arm tightly, and he mumbled, “Sasa…”"Why did you come to here? Why did you come looking for me?" she asked, knowing there wouldn't be an answer.Zachary's brows furrowed slightly, as though he were having a nightmare, and he kept calling her name."Don’t break up..." he murmured.Sarah turned her face away, unable to bear it, but his voice pierced her ears, and her heart ached with each word.Suddenly, Zachary's phone rang. She didn't move, but when it rang a second time, she finally answered.“Zac, why aren’t you picking up?" It was Vivian!Sarah froze, not knowing what to do—she couldn’t speak, but neither could she ignore it. As she hesitated, Vivian noticed."Who are you? Why are you holding Zachary’s phone?" Vivian’s voice was sharp.Flustered, Sarah quickly replied, "He’s drunk," and immediately hung up.It seemed that he hadn’t cleared things up wit
"Just a rough draft, it's not finished yet," Sarah explained.Linda had breakfast with her and then returned to her own room. Sarah, feeling utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the bed. Her body felt heavy, and she couldn’t shake off the discomfort.She was on the verge of falling asleep when her phone rang—it was James calling.Still groggy, she answered, "What is it?""Sarah, Lucy told me everything. She shouldn’t have hired someone to kidnap you, but what about the video?"Sarah didn’t have the time or energy to explain everything. "James, do you know why Lucy hired someone to kidnap me? Do you know who gave me that video? It wasn't taken on the day of the kidnapping—it was filmed by a man before that. Do you know why?"There was a long silence on the other end, and it seemed James didn’t know how to respond.It lasted so long that Sarah nearly fell asleep, until James finally spoke."What Lucy did, I’m sorry for her. But the video..." He hesitated.Sarah sneered. "You real
“Stop right there.” Manager Sullivan raised a hand, cutting Sarah off. “Miss Sanders, you can twist a story all you want, but you don’t get to throw around accusations like that. Damaging company property? That’s a serious charge—I won’t stand for it. I’ve worked at this factory for years, always by the book. You really think I’d sabotage the company’s equipment?”Sarah didn’t reply right away, but Mr. Lambert stepped forward, his tone sharp. “So you’re saying you had no idea this happened? That Charlie made it all up to frame you?”Manager Sullivan nodded eagerly, latching onto the narrative. “Exactly! Charlie’s got a long history in this factory. Always looking for shortcuts, always stirring up trouble. He’s hated me for years. I’ve been trying to fire him forever. It makes perfect sense that he’d want revenge. That man’s a mess—gambling, drinking, drugs—you name it. He’s up to his neck in debt. He begged me for money and I said no. So now he’s spinning lies to take me down? Please
Hearing Charlie’s threats, Manager Sullivan only laughed harder.“You really think someone like you could take me down?” he sneered. “I told you before—I’ve got people backing me. Did you really think I’d go into this without covering my own ass? Even if Sarah knows, so what? I’ll just laugh at your stupidity. You don’t even know who’s behind me, and you still dared to snitch? Don’t worry—you’ll find out soon enough. Some people aren’t to be messed with.”Charlie’s grin disappeared. “We’ll see.”Manager Sullivan gave him one last cold glance. “Here’s a piece of advice—watch your back. If you’d kept your mouth shut, you’d only have Sarah and Mr. Lambert gunning for you. But now? You’ve pissed me off too. Tell me—how do you expect to survive in West Ridge after this?”With that, he turned and strode back toward the factory, leaving Charlie standing there in the dust, rattled by what he’d just heard.Because the truth was… Charlie had no idea who Manager Sullivan’s backers were. And
“Did you tell them about me or not?!” Manager Sullivan’s voice dropped, sharp and cold.But Charlie didn’t answer the question. He just clung to him desperately. “Boss, you said you'd protect me! You promised! You have to help me! Sarah and Mr. Lambert are making me pay six million for the damages—six million! I can’t pay that! You have to save me!”“Six million?” Manager Sullivan’s face tightened. Even he had never touched that kind of money. His entire net worth wasn’t even half of that. Where the hell was he supposed to get six million for Charlie?Charlie’s eyes were pleading, frantic. His lips were dry and cracked from the panic, already bleeding slightly, and tears shimmered at the corners of his eyes. “Please, Boss. If I go to jail, it’ll be for ten years. I can’t survive that. Please…”He gripped Manager Sullivan’s arm like his life depended on it, fingers white from the force of it. But Sullivan pulled away coldly, avoiding eye contact.“I don’t have that kind of money,”
Charlie's hands were shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t go to jail—he wouldn't go to jail.No. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.Manager Sullivan had promised he’d protect him. He’d said everything would be fine.But Sarah and Mr. Lambert weren’t bluffing. Everything they’d said had sounded terrifyingly real. What if Sullivan couldn’t actually help him?“I’m not going to jail,” Charlie muttered, more to himself than anyone else, cold sweat running down his back.Sarah let out a cold snort. “Oh? And who told you that? Let me guess—you wouldn’t have dared pull a stunt like this on your own. So why don’t you just tell me who put you up to it? Unless you really believe they’ve got the power to save you. Don’t forget—everything that person has came from the Sanders family.”Charlie froze. The way she said it made it clear—she already knew who was behind it.“So… if I tell you, does that mean you’ll drop the charges?” Charlie asked, eyes wide with desperation.Sarah walked
Charlie shook his head, his face pale, still refusing to admit it. “It wasn’t me! I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if that video shows me, so what? How can you be sure I was doing anything wrong? I came in at 2 a.m. to check if the machines could still be fixed. I did it for the good of the factory!”Sarah let out a cold laugh. “Wow. That’s the best you could come up with? You really expect me to believe you were being noble at two in the morning? Don’t forget, we’ve got more than just one camera. You think we only set up one? Every step you took was recorded—and more than that, someone saw you. We’ve got video and a witness. You’re not getting out of this.”Charlie’s face twisted in disbelief. “No way! There was no one there last night—I checked! You could’ve bribed someone just to frame me!”Sarah’s expression didn’t budge. “If you’re that desperate to keep lying, feel free to tell it to the cops. I’m done listening to your nonsense. Mr. Lambert, call the police.
Holding onto the cash, Charlie couldn't stop thinking: if he brought this to the gambling den with Zachary by his side, they could easily multiply it. All he had to do tonight was take one more risk.Before long, it was past midnight—2 a.m. to be exact—when Charlie crept into the factory. Everyone was asleep by then, including the guard out front, slumped over in exhaustion.The workshop was dark and quiet. Spotting the three machines almost immediately, Charlie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He quickly got to work, removing the last screw and prying open the outer shell. With a wrench in hand, he began fiddling inside—until something felt off.He paused.A couple nights ago, he'd gone out of his way to destroy these machines. He'd been shocked when the technician said they could still be repaired, but he brushed it off. Maybe the guy was just good. Maybe tech was just that advanced now.But now he realized—these machines had never been broken.They hadn't been repaired. Th
Upon hearing this, Manager Sullivan's face changed, and he glanced at Charlie, standing among the crowd, with a severe look of malice. Charlie, for his part, was clueless about what was happening. He was sure he had sabotaged the machinery effectively, given his years of experience in the factory and his knowledge of the equipment.But why hadn't it worked this time?He looked towards the technician with a puzzled expression, but the technician's confident gaze only increased his panic.After the meeting, Manager Sullivan called Charlie into his office and immediately started berating him as soon as the door was shut. "What happened? Weren't you supposed to have completely destroyed the equipment? Why does the technician say it can still be fixed? What did you do?"Charlie was even more baffled. He reflected on how he had damaged the equipment, unable to figure out what went wrong. "Manager, I was sure I had completely wrecked it. I even checked again after damaging it to ensure it
Before Sarah could speak, Manager Sullivan blurted out, "Miss Sanders, if I catch whoever did this, they won't get away with it!"Mr. Lambert sarcastically interjected, "What if it's a case of the thief crying catch the thief?"Manager Sullivan became defensive, "Mr. Lambert, you should think before you speak! I'm the manager of this factory. Every day the factory is down, I'm the most anxious of all! Are you really accusing me now? Miss Sanders, if you're going to suspect me as well, you might as well have headquarters fire me."Sarah quickly tried to defuse the situation, "Manager Sullivan, what are you talking about? You're the manager of this factory; of course, I trust your commitment to it. It’s just that this situation is serious. The old equipment that was destroyed in the last batch was due for an upgrade anyway, so that wasn’t a loss. But this time, it’s different."She paused before continuing, "This equipment was ordered from Germany by our headquarters half a year ago.
Fresh from the gambling den, Charlie was ecstatic, clutching a bundle of cash and laughing wildly. "Zach, we won thirty thousand! Can you believe they just let us walk out?"He found it unbelievable, but Zach seemed unfazed. They hadn't just taken the house; they'd also won a considerable amount from other gamblers, and even helped the house make a profit. It was no wonder they weren't stopped.Holding the money, Charlie mused, "Zach, you wouldn’t believe it. The rich just keep getting richer. Today, our factory received a shipment of equipment, and I heard just one machine costs millions. Compared to them, this thirty thousand really isn't much."Zach casually mentioned, "It seems like the Sanders factory is the only big one left around here."Charlie quickly retorted with a smirk, "Actually, in West Ridge, Sanders isn’t the biggest."Zach raised an eyebrow, "Really? I thought I knew West Ridge pretty well. Apart from Sanders, I haven’t seen any factory bigger than theirs."Char