Villain On the video call, three burly figures appeared, their faces shrouded in hoods.
Lauren was kneeling on the ground, and her face was shoved toward the phone by one of the men.
Her face, neck, and body were covered in blood.
Moreover, her lips were cracked, and her eyes were so swollen she could hardly keep them open.
She looked utterly defeated.
In a hoarse and feeble voice, Lauren sobbed.
"Mitchel...
Help me...
Please...
Remember that time I saved you? Help me now...” Bringing up old scores was the most effective way to change one's mind.
Sure enough, Mitchel's expression shifted in an instant.
Smack! One of the hooded men slapped Lauren across the face and snarled, "Enough of your nonsense." It was clear Lauren
had been suffering for a while.
The slap forced a mouthful of blood out of her, making her look even more miserable.
Mitchel's expression flipped like a switch.
With his eyes turned as cold as a glacier, he bellowed, "How dare you!” The hooded man chuckled as if he had heard a joke.
His laughter was distorted by a voice changer, which made it sound even more unsettling.
"This woman says you're her husband and that you're loaded.
Is that right?” An unsettling silence fell over both parties.
Raegan impulsively grabbed Mitchel's arm..
She was not quite sure what she was thinking, but something deep down told her he should not admit it.
Mitchel's face turned grim, and he focused on the screen.
Seeing his hesitation, the hooded leader delivered a brutal kick to Lauren's stomach.
Blood splattered from Lauren's mouth, and her face went ghostly white.
"Bitch, how dare you lie to me! You're dead meat!” The hooded man lifted his foot, ready to strike Lauren again.
But at that critical moment, Mitchel finally spoke.
"She's telling the truth.” Raegan felt like she had been slapped.
She quietly loosened her grip on Mitchel's arm, but he did not seem to notice.
Upon hearing Mitchel's admission, the hooded man stopped what he was doing and grinned.
"In that case, prepare ten million dollars in cash and bring it to the ferry bridge.
Or else..." He grabbed a dagger and carefully nicked Lauren's wrist, enough for blood to start trickling down.
She would not die on the spot, but her time was running out.
"It's a race against the clock now," the hooded guy sneered and, without waiting for Mitchel's response, ended the video call.
Silence enveloped the car.
Mitchel turned to Raegan with a serious expression.
"Raegan, I need to...” Maybe it was because Mitchel had been so kind to Raegan recently that he thought she could understand
him if he left now.
However, Raegan cut him off flatly.
"Don't go." It was not that Raegan was heartless.
It was that she thought it would be better to send a professional to handle this dire situation.
Moreover, her intuition told her there was more than meets the eye.
“We can call the police and have them sort this out,” Raegan reasoned.
Mitchel frowned and shot down the idea immediately.
"We can't involve the police.
Lauren's safety is at stake." Those outlaws had no conscience.
Mitchel assumed he could not gamble with Lauren's life.
Besides, he would pay off his debt, as long as Lauren arrived in Swynborough safely.
Seeing Mitchel still siding with Lauren, a bitter taste filled Raegan's mouth.
"Mitchel, have you considered that this whole thing might be staged?” Raegan voiced her suspicions.
Mitchel's expression turned even grimmer, and he asked, "What are you getting at?” Raegan laid out her observations.
"In the video, Lauren's shoes were spotless.
If she was beaten up and held in some rundown warehouse, how could her shoes be so clean?" Unlike Mitchel, she had paid
close attention to the details and noticed something was amiss.
The amount of blood Lauren spat out seemed off.
"And why would a kidnapper care whether the guy paying the ransom was her husband or not?" There could be only one answer
to these questions.
Lauren was orchestrating the whole thing.
Lauren was aware that she was listening, thus using those words as a way to provoke her.
For some reason, Raegan could not shake the feeling that the kidnapping was Lauren's ploy.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was amiss.Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
As her worries for Mitchel were mounting, she pressed on, "The timing is odd, don't you think? You finally decide to let Lauren
leave the country today, and then she gets kidnapped? It sounds like a ploy to make you change your mind." "Enough, Raegan!”
Mitchel cut her off, seemingly exasperated.
"Are you suggesting that Lauren would risk her own life just to convince me to let her stay?" Mitchel's defense left Raegan
momentarily speechless.
But he was not done yet, and he continued, "Sure, Lauren has made mistakes.
But risking her life in a scheme under the disguise of kidnapping is far- fetched." Raegan tried to reason with him again.
"Mitchel, your judgment is clouded right now.
Think about what I've said." "I said enough!" Mitchel raised his voice and emphasized each word, "Raegan, stop being so
cynical.
It's bad for the baby." Mitchel's accusation cut Raegan deep.
So, in his eyes, she was some sort of villain who was eager to get rid of Lauren.
Well, if he already thought she was wicked, maybe it was time she learned from Lauren and played the villain for real.
"Listen, Mitchel, I'm telling you, you're not going to save Lauren all by yourself,” Raegan firmly said, giving no room for a
discussion.
But her plea merely fell on Mitchel's deaf ear, and he coldly responded, "Get out of the car.
I'll have Matteo come pick you up.” His dismissive tone felt like a punch to her gut, and a sharp pain radiated from her abdomen.
Raegan clutched her abdomen and cried, "Mitchel, my stomach..." Before she could complete her sentence, Mitchel had already
lifted her from the seat, leaving her suspended in mid-air for a moment.
Feeling him hold her eased the pain a little, but her heart was still heavy.
"My stomach hurts,” she uttered in a quivering voice.
And then, as if dropping a bag of groceries, he set her down on the cold, unforgiving asphalt.
"Raegan, quit with the childish games.
I have to go." With that, he climbed back into the car and sped off.
Raegan crouched on the road and watched in disbelief as the car disappeared into the distance.
So he thought she was just putting on some sort of childish act? In that instant, it felt like her heart had turned to stone, and she
became numb to the world around her.
Well, she had it coming, didn't she? How could she be so naive? How could she fall into the trap again after some sweet talk?
The pain in her abdomen intensified until it became unbearable, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Using one hand for support, Raegan struggled to her feet and began to stagger toward the hospital.
Out of nowhere, a silver-gray minivan roared up to her.
And before she knew it, two hooded men had yanked her into the vehicle.