Semua Bab The Billionaire's Wrong Revenge: Darling, Please Come Back : Bab 131 - Bab 140

---- . . . ○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○ . I groaned at the distant squeal of a siren echoing somewhere far away as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything around me was white. Everything was so painfully bright, it made my head throb. I groaned again, louder this time, as I tried to sit up, and that’s when I realized that I was in the emergency room of a hospital. “Sir, you’re awake!” a nurse said, hurrying toward me like she'd been waiting for this moment all day. “Are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you know who you are? Do you know what time it is?” She fired off questions like bullets, one after the other. I blinked slowly, trying to focus. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, but through the fog in my brain, only one thought managed to surface. “Where’s my wife?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and weak. “Where’s Olivia?” The nurse froze for half a second before giving me a confused look. “We only found you where you were, sir,” she said gently, as if afr

____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.I did not know why I thought that everything would go back to normal when I woke up in the morning. I was actually counting on the kidnapping being a dream. But the next day -well, I do not exactly know if it is the next day because I am not able to say the time. But when I finally woke up, presumably in the morning, I was still in the well-furnished but sterile room.I was glad that they had all the essentials in the bathroom so I did my morning ablutions and set out. The locked room was still locked. Or at least it looked as it was.I walked to the living room."What time is it?" I asked Frederick when I found him seated on the living room couch.Frederick looked up at me and then at the TV. "It's half past eleven. You slept for a long time," he said.I nodded. "I guess I did."Frederick got off the couch and stretched."What do you want for breakfast?" he asked. "Would you like some pancakes or do you want some waffles?"I shook my

_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.“Oh, we have customers?” A middle-aged woman, whom I assumed was Drew’s mother, came out of the kitchen, patting her hands dry on a dishcloth.“Uh, no, Mom,” Drew said sheepishly. “They are here to look for something in our security camera footage.”His mother’s face dropped. “Oh,” she said. “What are you looking for?”“Um… It’s just.... We are looking for somebody who stole something from us,” Harry shrugged.He looked around, his eyes landing on the huge menu board on the wall. “Oh, um… Can I have some of your noodles, maybe? I am not particularly skilled at selecting Chinese - never have been. I would love to try the chef’s special,” he said as he flashed her his annoyingly charming smile which is supposed to disarm the toughest of shields. Drew’s mother’s face lit up immediately. “Of course, of course! Drew, show them the footage. Meanwhile, I will make you my best duck noodle soup. It is my signature dish!”"That would be amazing.

____...○ ○ ○ O L I V I A ○ ○ ○.I tiptoed to the kitchen. Frederick had his back to me and was busy unwrapping the food he had ordered for lunch. It was clear that someone else was also helping them from the outside and they had the key to this place, so there was no use looking for an escape. I was pretty sure that Dad would have hired someone else more experienced to make sure that everything stayed in place.So there was nothing I could think of. But what I could do was snatch Frederick’s phone, which was sitting on the kitchen aisle.“Don’t even think about it.”I froze mid step. I turned on my heels. Anderson was standing there, arms crossed across his chest. He shook his head again. I slumped my shoulders in defeat.We both looked over at Frederick, who was still humming to himself as he went about unpacking.Anderson let out a groan. “Someone could actually break in here and he still wouldn’t notice,” he said.“Well, no one can break in with you here, that’s fo

_____...○ ○ ○ J A C K S O N ○ ○ ○.“What kind of father are you, Daniel?” I growled into the phone. Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe I don’t even have the right. But this stupidity had dragged my wife into a crossfire she never should’ve been caught in, and that wasn’t okay with me."What on earth are you talking about, Jackson?" Daniel had the audacity to sound confused. "Is everything alright in Paris?"I gritted my teeth, and I could feel my blood boil. "You know that we are not in Paris," I told him. "You know that we are in California, and you kidnapped your own daughter. You got her kidnapped, and I know of this, and I am not going to let this off the hook."Daniel let out a humorless laugh, an almost maniacal one. He sounded like the villain of a movie - the kind who would rip your insides out if you messed with him."That's rich coming from you, Jackson Reign," he spoke in a very angry tone. "After all that you did to my daughter, you should be happy that I