“Good,” George said.George had been unhinged in the last few days. He had gone looking for others to help free his son, but no one would help, shutting their doors in his face.Laurence’s play had been very smooth. He was undoubtedly aiming for the Cole family’s downfall. Laurence wasn’t about to play nice with the Coles, and if it meant going down with them as well, then so be it.George tossed a black suitcase at the men filled with cash and the new identification documents they would need while crossing the border, for these men were wanted criminals on death row.The scarred man picked up the suitcase to leave, but then George called after him, “Don’t you want Laurence dead? He’s the reason behind your situation now.”The scarred man stopped in his tracks. George did have a point. He looked back to eye Zoey, who was still tied up. “You sure this is his wife?” he asked.George had been driven insane by Laurence. Now, he was a twisted man capable of doing anything for revenge. He sm
It most certainly wasn’t a lie that Zoey created to protect herself.The inside of Zoey’s wrist was rubbed raw. She didn’t dare move, afraid that the wire would cut into a major artery and make her bleed to death. Her body was already weak enough; she didn’t have the physical strength to fight these kidnappers.George, however, thought that she was downplaying her relationship with Laurence. He laughed, his tone light as he said, “Do you expect me to believe you when Laurence brought you everywhere with him?”Zoey couldn’t be bothered to explain that Laurence only brought her with him because she was useful that way.George would not believe her. In his eyes, Zoey and Laurence were thick as thieves. They couldn’t possibly have different ideas and motives. His mood took a turn for the worse as he paced in front of Zoey in irritation. A few circles later, his hands began to shake but he was still able to maintain his grip on the knife he held.George waited another half an hour before he
Laurence calmly nodded. “I believe everyone here is capable.”…Laurence loosened his necktie inside his car as he returned to the hotel. It was impossible to see his expression in the dark. “Did you get through to her?” he asked Larry.Larry was about to speak when he stopped, but then he gathered his nerve again. “Yes.”A few seconds later, Laurence asked him again, “Who picked up the phone?”Larry averted his gaze. “George Cole.”Laurence didn’t seem surprised as he rubbed his temples. “What did he say?”Larry recounted George’s conversation word-for-word to Laurence. George had been obnoxious during the phone call, braying for Laurence’s blood and demanding Laurence to immediately come begging for mercy.Laurence didn’t immediately speak, already anticipating George’s behavior. He chuckled. “Did he demand me to beg for mercy?”Naturally, Larry didn’t dare to answer that question.Laurence’s voice took on a sharp tone. “Have you gone mute? I’m asking you a question!” Larry couldn’t
George wasn’t as good at reining in his emotions as Zoey was; Laurence’s calmness had stoked his fury. He smashed the items and furniture inside the factory in anger. Once he was done letting off steam, he sat, panting. At his age, he no longer cared about decorum.George couldn’t believe that Laurence didn’t feel anything during the phone call earlier. Could Zoey really be no one in his eyes since he didn’t care about her life even though she was his wife? But how could a husband be heartless enough not to care about his wife?George shifted his rage at Laurence to Zoey. He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to look up. “How long have you been married to him?”Zoey didn’t answer.George flung her down and began to mutter to himself, “It’s been at least a year and a half by now. He’s got to have slept with you several times, right? So why the fuck does he not feel anything for you?”Zoey’s head hurt. Her body ached. The floor was cold, and the metal pipes digging into her back were
George blew up, and his voice immediately rose in anger. “Where is he? Get him to answer the call!”“Mr. Scott has returned to his hotel to rest,” the assistant replied.George was unstable. He shoved the phone into Zoey’s hand. “Speak with him.”Zoey could instantly tell that Matthew was the person on the other end of the line. She gripped the phone, staring at the screen. All of a sudden, her throat went dry, and she couldn’t squeeze a word out.George gave her a hard kick. Zoey didn’t want to butt heads with him. The fewer confrontations she had with him, the better. To her, she didn’t deserve this treatment.Zoey gulped before she spoke. “Matthew, is Mr. Scott in?” Her voice sounded weak, as though she was lethargic.Matthew paused, and in the end, he gave in. “Please hold on, Miss Jenner.”A moment later, Zoey heard a familiar voice.Laurence’s tone was still as calm and even as ever, no different from how it usually was. She couldn’t detect any hint of panic in it. Zoey initially
Shawn didn’t seem perturbed about the situation worsening. After a pause, he asked, “You aren’t worried that George might jump the gun and kill her?”Laurence raised an eyebrow. “No.”George would not do that unless his hand were forced. He still had his son, who was still alive and in jail. If George wanted to continue negotiations, he wouldn’t let go of his prize bargaining chip.Shawn was in deep thought for a moment before a light smile came to his lips. “To stay alive means to suffer the pains that come with it,” he said as he looked at Laurence. He was in deep admiration of Laurence’s heartlessness. “And I thought you were starting to feel a little something for her, thanks to all the times you’ve slept together.” Shawn chuckled. “You really haven’t changed all these years.”He was even crueler than the rest of them. He was even more immovable than stone.Laurence responded with a hard look, “You’re the same too.”There was something that Shawn was curious about, though. “You are
Zoey had no idea whether she would die here. All she could do now was save herself.George hadn’t shown himself for the last two days. He seemed to have already thought of another plan to threaten Laurence and only ordered the scarred man to watch Zoey and prevent her from escaping.Zoey had observed the inside of the factory. It would be easy to escape due to the door and windows, but the scarred man looked terrifying. She could tell at a glance that he wasn’t one to cross, and she couldn’t be sure there were no guards past the door.Zoey glanced at the scarred man. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.The scarred man turned to look at her. “Don’t waste your energy,” he warned her.Zoey wasn’t as afraid of him as she had been. This man may look like a hardened criminal, but he wasn’t as cruel as he seemed. “I won’t run,” she assured him.The scarred man stared at her, seemingly trying to determine if she was lying. He then walked over to undo the ropes around her wrists and broug
However, despite George’s best plans, he hadn’t accounted was Laurence’s calmness toward his wife’s kidnapping and Laurence’s lack of interest in negotiations.Zoey didn’t intend to keep speaking with the scarred man. She would not get through to him. She quietly wrapped her arms around her knees and curled up in the corner. The rational side and the emotional side of her warred with each other. Rationally, it was the right move for Laurence to leave her here. If he decided to come, he would fall into George’s trap. If he allowed himself to get emotional, he would have to take a huge risk that might even cost him his life.Zoey couldn’t tell whether she hoped Laurence would come. Maybe she still did to some extent, as though that would prove that he cared for her.Zoey’s mind was abuzz. She buried her face in her knees. She knew that she shouldn’t think about this from an emotional viewpoint; instead, she should look at the problem from Laurence’s perspective. She shouldn’t hope for to