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The masked man spread his hands. Up close, his hoarse voice sounded even more grating.“Relax. I’ll tell you what you need to do soon enough. I’m actually quite reasonable. I don’t like forcing people.”As he spoke, he clapped his hands, a flicker of excitement in his tone.“So here’s how we’ll do this. A multiple-choice question. Two options.”He pointed first at Scarlett, then at the screen that kept replaying the footage.“The question is simple. One of you will cooperate and reenact what you just saw. I don’t care which one.”Then he turned his gaze to Sarah Sanders.“And I’m being generous. I’ll let you choose.”Sarah did not look at the screen again. She stared straight at him.“Who are you people? And what does Mindy Hicks have to do with this?”The masked man seemed momentarily surprised by how directly she asked. After a pause, he smiled slowly.“Miss Sanders, have you ever considered that you crossed a line you were never meant to cross? Some things shouldn’t be invest
“Don’t know?” Sarah reached out to grab her. “Then come back with me. Whether Scarlett’s disappearance has anything to do with you, the police will figure it out.”The moment her arm was seized, Mindy began thrashing wildly.“Are you crazy?”Sarah lost her grip for just a second.Mindy tore free and bolted.Sarah lunged after her, but her foot caught on a rock. She stumbled hard, scraping her knee and elbow. By the time she looked up, Mindy was gone.The area was not large, but searching for someone alone was no easy task.Worse, Sarah had no way of knowing whether Mindy had accomplices. What if she had only been bait?Just as Sarah decided to pull back, a sudden scream pierced the air from deeper in the woods.It was sharp and brief.And terrifyingly familiar.Sarah spun around and ran toward the sound without hesitation.She dared to be reckless because she knew Zachary was already on his way with people. If the situation turned dangerous, all she needed to do was buy time
She called Steven.His voice was hoarse. She did not need to ask. She already knew they still had not found her.“I don’t believe someone can disappear completely in all of East Coast,” Sarah said coldly.Steven let out a long sigh. “Zachary has sent out everyone he has. Every last one. All to find Scarlett.”“I’ve also spoken to my cousin. He’s dispatched people too. We will find her.”“I’m coming to see you now. The moment there’s news, I’ll call.”“Alright.” Sarah hung up.---A moment later, her phone chimed.An anonymous email.Under normal circumstances, she would never open something like that. It looked like spam at best, harassment at worst.But this time, something felt off.She opened it.The email was short. Just one line.“Scarlett is at the Porther gas station. Come alone to get her, or face the consequences.”Sarah’s expression darkened instantly.She knew very well this could be a trap.But what if it was not?Scarlett had only just begun to crawl out
Anthony’s voice came through the line, unusually clear.“Miss Wilson, the chairman wants to speak with you.”Vivian’s hand trembled as she held the phone. It was only after she heard the weak, familiar voice on the other end that reality finally sank in.Her joy was quickly swallowed by desperate hope. Her voice broke as she cried,“Grandpa, save me. I don’t want to rot away in prison.”There was a long silence before Old Mr. Wilson finally spoke.“The things from before could have been handled. But this time, you were sentenced to life. For now, I don’t see a way out.”“No,” Vivian said urgently. “Are you really going to just watch me stay in prison forever? I’m your granddaughter. For the sake of the company, you abandoned me so many times before. Are you going to give up on me again this time?”Old Mr. Wilson let out a heavy sigh.“Vivian, I want to help you too. But this situation is extremely serious. Henry has been cornered. He’s desperate and looking for leverage everywhere
Just then, a weak cough broke the tense silence.All eyes turned toward the sound. Henry frowned and looked up.The conference room doors swung open.The first to enter was Anthony, who stepped forward to hold the door. Right behind him, a woman wheeled a wheelchair into the room.The low, hoarse coughing came from the man seated in it.Anthony respectfully took hold of the wheelchair and pushed it straight toward the head of the table.Henry stared at the person in the chair, shock flooding his face. For a moment, he could not believe what he was seeing.Many of the directors did not want to believe it either.But the truth was right in front of them.Old Mr. Wilson was sitting in that wheelchair.He had woken up.Though his body was still visibly weak, the pressure of his presence alone was enough to make Henry instinctively stand up.“That’s impossible!”He had personally had someone check just yesterday. There had been no sign of consciousness at all.“I object,” Old
Hearing this, Director Churchill’s brows knit tightly. His instincts told him nothing good was coming next.Sure enough, Henry laid out his decision without any courtesy. He called it a discussion, but it sounded more like a notice.“Everyone here knows the state the company is in,” Henry said coolly. “While it still has some value, why not cut our losses now?”The room fell silent.At that point, no one needed an explanation.Director Churchill looked the worst of all. He was a straight shooter, never one for subtlety or roundabout tactics.“Henry Wilson,” he snapped, “if you want to cut your losses, that’s your business. It has nothing to do with us.”Still not satisfied, he continued angrily, “Old Mr. Wilson treated us well back then. Now that he’s not here, you think you can do whatever you want? Have you completely lost your conscience?”Henry, accustomed to authority, was not about to tolerate that.The smile on his face vanished in an instant. His voice turned sharp.“







