When Ann woke up, she was in a room with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was sitting on a chair, and someone wrapped a rope around her, so Ann could hardly get herself out of the chair. Nevertheless, her legs were left free. The room was so dark that Ann's eyes had to get used to seeing in the darkness.
Dimly, Ann noticed the room she was currently locked in. Unfortunately, this room was too good for the size of the confinement room. The shape was like a warehouse that had not been used recently. The roof was high, and the area was enormous. There were several empty and unused iron shelves.
Ann felt familiar with the shape of this warehouse. The structure of this warehouse building was very similar to one of his father's warehouses. Was this a warehouse in the same warehouse complex, or was it his father's warehouse before the Grahams bought it?
Ann recalled what had just happened. It seemed Hans Graham drugged Ann and kidnapped her while trying to retriev
Ann glared sharply at Hans Graham."Hans… tell me… is what he said true? Is it true that you approached me to target my father?" asked Ann nervously. Silently she tried to break the rope that bound her hands."You look pathetic, Ann," said Hans Graham, taking a step closer.Hans crouched near Ann. He stroked Ann's hair and pushed it away from her face. Ann could now see Hans Graham's face more clearly because her vision was not blocked by hair. Franz was secretly jealous of Hans's gentle attitude towards Ann, but he tried to hide it."Answered Hans. Is it true that you never loved me at all? Is it true that you framed my father?" Ann asked with eyes wet with tears.Hans fell silent and swallowed his saliva. He had a hard time answering. His face looked gloomy and depressed. Seeing his reaction, Ann could guess Hans' answer, but she wanted to hear the answer directly from Hans' mouth. As a woman who once loved Hans, Ann wanted affirmat
Patrick Smith ordered a bodyguard to push his wheelchair toward Franz Smith."What is this? Why haven't you killed that woman yet?" asked Patrick Smith, almost losing his temper.Franz Smith grabbed the cell phone in Hans Graham's hand and showed his father the screen."Papa, Merry was kidnapped by J. Carter," said Franz Smith.Patrick Smith's eyes widened in surprise. The threat he had heard just now didn't seem like an empty bluff. Merry Smith was surrounded by people who were ready to shoot her in the head seriously."Patrick Smith. You dared to deceive my father in the past. So now you want to threaten me with my wife's life? I'll blow Merry's head off if you dare hurt her," threatened J. Carter with a scary grin."Don't touch Merry. What do you want?" asked Patrick Smith furiously."The exchange of hostages. Then sell your Carter stock to me. Or you can give it to me voluntarily. Your call," said J. Carter, grinning."You
They arrived at a remote area outside the city. The area was an abandoned barren area with weeds and shrubs. There were no residential areas nearby, and cars rarely passed by. They entered across a barbed wire fence into a private estate that looked like an undeveloped factory area. There was a large area that was excavated by heavy equipment. Currently, the place did not appear to have any activity.There were barbed barricades and thick steel bars purposely installed there, so the vehicle had to stop, and Smith's troops had to park their car there and proceed to the interior on foot.A closed van truck stopped in the middle of the area, escorted by many other cars containing bodyguards. The back door of the truck container opened. Ann was escorted down with a bodyguard clutching her arm and holding a gun to her temple. Her face was a little wrinkled from the tear marks that ruined her makeup.Patrick Smith did not come to this location, but Hans Graham and Fra
When Ann opened her eyes, she was lying on the lap of someone she knew. It was Jace. The man looked dashing and very handsome. The last thing Ann remembered was when she trudged under Jake's protection to dodge the bullets. When she managed to reach an area safe enough and protected by Carter's troops, Ann fell unconscious from exhaustion.When she woke up, the first thing she saw was Jace's."Jace? Where's Jake?" asked Ann. Her throat felt dry. She tried to get out of Jace’s lap and sit next to Jace."Jake went in a different helicopter," Jace replied.Ann looked around and realized that she was in a rather large luxury helicopter. No one else was there but her and Jace. They sat in the back seat. Several seats in front of her obscured the view from the cockpit."Are you alright? The doctor has examined you. He said you just got some bruises and cuts. But maybe you're quite shaken by this incident," Jace said, stroking Ann's burgundy hair ge
Ann sat up, wringing her hands nervously. She was waiting for an explanation from Jace about the situation she was in. Knowing Ann's concern, Jace poured chamomile tea into making her feel more relaxed."Drink the tea first, Ann," Jace said, handing her a cup of tea.Ann took it and inhaled the aroma, then took a small sip."It smells good. It tastes nice, Jace," Ann replied with a grateful smile. She had calmed down a bit."Okay, let me start. You've heard Patrick explain to you, haven't you? So you already know that Hans Graham smuggled drugs through your father's company and piled it in your father warehouse," Jace began to explain."Yeah, Patrick told me. Is it true?" Ann asked, pulling her back straight."Yeah, Patrick isn't lying, Ann," Jace said."So it's true that they killed my father for knowing this? So the fire wasn't an accident?" Ann asked, covering her mouth with teary eyes.Jace shook his head."The fire
Twenty-three years ago… Jax drove the car at high speed. For a ten-year-old child, his body was quite tall. His foot could reach the gas pedal, and he could steer proficiently. Jace sat next to him with his seat belt fastened. His legs were a little shorter than Jax's, so it was difficult for him to drive. "Dad will kill us if he finds out we left without anyone's escort," Jace said worriedly. "Well, I was planning to have you call and tell him. Who would have guessed that you brought a cell phone that ran out of battery? GPS was left at home. Good thing I remember the location without GPS. Help me look at the map, Jace. The map is in the dashboard drawer," complained Jax as he continued to speed in a zigzag motion. "It does not matter. I think dad would have known we were missing. He must have read the message I wrote on the paper on the table. He just might have seen the last GPS we saw. He must have caught up with us," Jace said, trying to reassure
Jace took a deep breath. Ann waited for Jace's answer while holding her breath with a pounding heart. "Patrick Smith," Jace replied with a sigh. "Patrick Smith again? What's going on between the Carters and the Smiths?" asked Ann in surprise. "The Smiths have always seemed to be competitors in the Carter family business. And on the last few years, I also only learned that Patrick Smith had fallen in love with my mother, Thalia Carter. Unfortunately, my mother married my father, Dave Carter. They seem to be love rivals since they were young," Jace replied. "So you could say all these problems started with Patrick Smith's love obsession with Thalia Carter? Is he trying to be better than your father and show that your mother made a mistake?" asked Ann. "I think so. And, of course, that Patrick Smith hates us, Dave Carter's son. So that's natural," Jace said, shrugging his shoulders. "But it looks like Patrick Smith and his kids have cross
Patrick Smith waited anxiously at his house. After returning from the empty warehouse where he had kept Ann Carter, his heart was not at ease. Franz Smith and Hans Graham had left hours ago for a hostage swap. That bitch should just be killed. Ann Carter looked weak and helpless, but there was something wrong with the look in her eyes. The woman was not as fragile as she seemed. There was something she was hiding, and it made Patrick Smith felt uncomfortable. The woman had something important that Patrick Smith didn't know. Franz was an idiot! Patrick grumbled in his mind. Franz shouldn't have listened to his boyfriend, Hans Graham's opinion. A soft man like Hans was not fit to be in the field. That woman should have been killed a long time ago. Ann Carter! His instincts told him that she was the key to defeating J. Carter! There had been no contact from Franz Smith yet. They should have arrived at the scene, and the hostage exchange was over. What took them so long