Semua Bab Love in the dark: Bab 621 - Bab 630

Zoey received a picture from an unknown number showing Teddy asleep, and a location she had never been to or heard about. Without a moment of hesitation, she rushed there. Once she exited the elevator, she repeatedly called the number. A few days ago, the call was unanswered, but now the call couldn't be connected. The other party must've unregistered the number soon after sending the text. On the way there, Zoey thought about going to the police station. However, she worried the trafficker might harm Teddy once he found out the police were on the way, just like she had seen on the news, making her scared to act rashly. Barely any time passed before she reached the location. Upon arriving, she noticed there was nothing else in the area besides a store. She entered and sat inside until the owner closed the store at 10 pm.She wasn't given any further information, as if the other party had tried to test her and played with her emotions by sending the text. As Zoey still had a feve

"Shit!" Jason snapped and cursed, no longer the gentleman he always was in Zoey’s presence. Zoey clutched her uncle's hand tight and lifted her gaze to him. "Uncle Jason, any updates from the police?" Jason couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes. "Not yet. There isn't any surveillance in the area. The culprit switched vehicles during the kidnapping, so tracking them down is going to be hard.”Zoey didn't tell her uncle about the text messages. The last thing she wanted was to act recklessly, especially after the gruesome photo she received as a warning. As they were holding her son hostage, she had no choice but to go alone. Zoey lowered her gaze. "Okay. I'll be patient." Jason furrowed his brows in a scowl. It worried him that Zoey was acting so calm. Letting her feelings out was better than holding everything in. Jason had sent his men to search around, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. "You're still burning up. Take care of yourself and get some rest at

The phone call was untimely, its ring jarring. Sarah clicked her tongue. "Why aren't you picking up? I bet it's Laurence." She got that right. Zoey drew a deep breath and sat in her thoughts for a while before accepting the call as Sarah watched. Laurence spoke into the phone, "Are you home? Has your fever subsided? I bought you painkillers. I'm on my way to your place." Zoey pursed her lips. "I'm good. I have painkillers at home. Don't go to my house. It'll be bad if my mom sees you. She doesn't like you." She came off as harsh and insensitive. Laurence paused and clenched his grip on the phone. That was what he got for being nice. She was back to keeping him at arm's length when she couldn't get what she wanted from him. She burned bridges at record speed. Even when she pretended to be a little kind to him, it hadn’t lasted longer than a few days.Laurence's tone resumed its previous biting undertones. "Don't forget. The results of the paternity test are out tomorrow." Z

Laurence saw a missed call on his phone after a meeting. The contact displayed on his mobile screen took him by surprise. He quickly returned the call, but no one answered. Since the woman had not called his number in a long time, Laurence had reasons to suspect that she had either dialed the wrong number or butt-dialed him. It was no time to dwell on the matter, though. Laurence made multiple attempts to call her back, but the calls went unanswered, and her phone was eventually switched off. He clenched his phone tightly as his stomach churned. … Sarah watched as the burning car teetered on the edge of the cliff for a moment before plummeting down, consumed by flames. She lit a cigarette. Hiding her expression behind the wisps of smoke, she asked, "Is she inside the car?" The hired gun paused, then nodded, believing that no one could survive such circumstances. He replied, "Yes. Don't worry. She's dead for sure." He was paid to do a job, so he wouldn't cross the line and pok

Laurence tensed up, his fingers pale from straining. He sat rooted to the spot in the deafening silence. Since there was no response from Laurence, the police officer thought he had hung up. He checked, "Mr. Scott, are you still there?" The man's expression was hidden in the shadows. Clenching his phone, Laurence squeezed the air out of his lungs to talk. The catch in his throat made him struggle to speak. He forced, "I'm listening." Laurence's voice was already hoarse, but now it sounded like nails on a chalkboard as he answered the police officer's question lifelessly. Laurence blinked and found his face wet with tears. He asked, "Are you sure? Did you get the wrong person?" Could this be a case of mistaken identity? The police understood emotions could be running high in the family. He replied, "We believe Ms. Jenner's car rolled off the cliff, and the leaking gas tank caused an explosion. My colleague found her phone and jacket at the scene, which led us to her possible ident