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
Laurence was being brutally honest. Being rash would not solve this problem. If he did go to the factory, he would end up where George wanted him, and Laurence wasn’t that stupid. He had already ordered someone to track down George. It was only a matter of time until he was found.George didn’t become angry after hearing that. On the contrary, he laughed. He forced Zoey to look at him, and just as he had hoped, her eyes were teary. He then rubbed salt into her wounds. “Listen to what your husband just said.”Zoey clenched her teeth, remaining silent. She didn’t want to show any weakness.“Even I’m feeling a little sorry for you,” George said, feigning sympathy.Zoey repeated to herself that things would be okay. Laurence was right—if he came to the factory, he would just be coming to his doom. Dying would achieve nothing.She smiled weakly. “But is he wrong?” she asked.George was stunned.Zoey hadn’t eaten much the last few days. It left her weak, so her voice was rather soft. “Would
She didn't look like a hostage at all. She was calm and relaxed, unafraid that she would die here. Sarah looked at her with a grin, still in the mood for a chat. "Was this how you guys stayed warm when you got kidnapped last time?"Zoey clenched her fists and said, "It's none of your business." Sarah smiled innocently and asked, "How could it be none of my business? Laurence told me a lot about it. He said you got whipped and got slapped on the left side of your face, didn't you?"She was defeated by the calm and smiling Sarah. Sarah said, "No wonder he likes to kiss me on the left cheek and touch my ears. You will never know how lovingly he looks at me."Laurence's world revolved around Sarah. Zoey felt as if she were clenched in Sarah's hand with no choice but to get crushed. She felt suffocated and miserable, like an animal in a slaughterhouse. Her throat hurt as if she’d swallowed knives, and blood flowed freely from her wound. She said hoarsely, "You're still so proud after steali
It was a balance of rationale and emotion. Laurence had chosen emotion without any hesitation. He just couldn't bring himself to watch on the sidelines and do nothing.George didn't expect to be so lucky. "Then I'll be waiting for you here, Mr. Scott." After hanging up, he texted Laurence the location and warned him not to try anything, or everyone would die.The scarred man was already very impatient. "Must I still tie them over the cliff?" George changed his mind at the last minute. Since Laurence dared to come, then the dynamite he had hidden in the warehouse would still be of use. "No, just stay here for now. We'll see again tomorrow before Laurence arrives." The scarred man suppressed his rage and said, "Mr. Cole, regardless of whether your plan works tomorrow, my pal and I are leaving."Although George was displeased, he didn't dare to argue with him. People like them shed blood every other day, and they were like hounds of hell. He nodded and said, "Fine."Zoey didn't say anythi
George just didn't trust Laurence, and he wouldn't agree to his terms so easily, no matter how tempting they sounded. The icy wind whipped across the cliff, stinging his eyes. He ordered his men to bring Zoey and Sarah out. Their hands were tied with rope, and each of them had a blade held to their neck. Their skin looked as white as a sheet under the bright sun. Their thin frames made them look as if the wind could blow them over. Zoey looked up and gazed at Laurence quietly. She didn't feel much joy seeing him. Standing a distance away, Laurence still looked calm, fearless, and prepared even though the game was not in his favor. What was he thinking about? Would he struggle to decide who to save first? The question of who to save shouldn't be difficult for him. Although Zoey could guess his answer, she still couldn't help but imagine the impossible.George smoked a few cigarettes on end. Nobody could tell if he was too nervous or too overwhelmed. He choked and forced back his coughs
George didn't have a damn idea how Sarah had gotten injured, but that was not important. He realized that humiliating Laurence was a very difficult thing to do. Laurence had been unmoved no matter how much he had threatened him before, as he was then. It didn't matter to him whether he was on his feet or his knees. The wound on Sarah's leg mattered more.George pulled Sarah to him and gripped her neck. He was holding a dagger in his other hand, and he held the blade against her throat where the artery was. One tiny movement could spill her blood all over the ground. He commanded the scarred man to hold Zoey and move to the edge of the cliff with him. Below the cliff lay the deep, dark sea. Waves crashed against the rocks in the sea breeze.George stared at Laurence and said, "Mr. Scott, it's time for you to decide."Laurence's expression was somber and his gaze was fathomless. The breeze brushed against his handsome face as a fierce expression came over it. Zoey's hair was messy from t
Zoey thought it was fine then. Of course, Sarah was more important than her. Zoey might not even be the second most important person to him. It was no surprise. Hadn't she already guessed his decision from the start? But why was she still so hurt? Zoey glanced at the edge of the cliff behind her. The sound of crashing waves was low and ominous. Laurence had chosen to rescue Sarah, so Zoey could only count on herself if she wanted to live. If she jumped off from here into the sea, she might still have a chance of surviving. Alas, she couldn't swim.George had expected Laurence to ponder his choice painfully, but he'd decided so quickly. George hadn't been able to enjoy his pain and misery. Laurence walked to the car expressionlessly and opened the door to the backseat. He dragged the man out and tilted his chin towards George. "George, my patience has its limits."For his son, George had to let Sarah go no matter what. As for the other woman, he must make sure that she died. He was bei