CHAPTER 91 - KIDNAPPED BY THE EX

POV: PATRICK

I helped some employees exit the shaking building, with parts of it collapsing. Looking outside, I noticed the presence of ambulances and police cars as stretchers were being taken out of the parking lot.

“Elisabeth!” I called out, alarmed, running towards one of the stretchers leaving the building, finding my injured friend. “Greg?”

“Sir, please don't come any closer. We're taking him to the nearest hospital,” a professional, accompanied by the police, warned me.

“I own this building, and this is my friend. Get out of my way!” I clenched my fists, nervous, and approached and held his hand. “Greg? What happened? Where is Elisabeth?”

Removing the oxygen mask from his face and groaning, he looked at me confused, pulling on my shirt. “They took her, Patrick, you need to save her. The chip.” He began to say, then passed out.

“Cardiac arrest! Bring the defibrillator, hurry! Sir, move out of the way!” the paramedic shouted, pushing me aside and rushing towards the ambulance.

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