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"I was talking to the police—they told me everything. If only I’d gotten there sooner! Those bastards… they’re lucky I couldn’t get my hands on them before they escaped." Neither Liam nor Suzanne said a word as Charles went on, his tone a mix of guilt and relief. "Dr. Carter," Charles turned to Liam, his face softening. "For the first time, I’m grateful to you. Truly. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I’d have been lost without her. You saved me from… from an impending doom." Liam clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw tightening. He fought the urge to respond, to tell Charles exactly what he suspected. But he held his tongue, his professional demeanor remaining int

Sophia leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, her mind spinning. "What now?" she asked, her voice trembling. Ethan turned to her, his face still etched with worry. "Now, we figure out how to end this." The chase scene heightens the tension, placing Sophia and Ethan in immediate danger. The brief respite at the end of the chapter serves as a momentary relief, but the problem still looms: the people after them are relentless, and now, more than ever, Sophia realizes just how deep Ethan’s secrets go.

"Well then, let me spell it out for you. "You invited me to your dance competition that day, planning to have me kidnapped on the way. But things didn’t go as expected, so you and Yannis came up with a new plan. This time, you are the one being kidnapped. You wanted to demand my company's shares as ransom. "But you miscalculated one thing. During the video call that day, I noticed something strange—the kidnapper had a mole on his hand, just like Yannis did. It was even on the same finger, the same spot."

In a daring escape, Hazel and the child navigated the labyrinthine alleys of the city, their steps guided by instinct and the desperate need for freedom. Through moments of heart-pounding adrenaline and near-captures, Hazel's courage and resourcefulness shone brightly. She outwitted her pursuers, relying on her quick thinking and sharp reflexes to keep them safe. Cornered in a dead-end alley, with the men closing in from all sides, Hazel felt a surge of protectiveness for the child in her arms. Drawing on every ounce of strength she possessed, Hazel fought back against the darkness that threatened to consume them.

Chapter 29: Abducted: A Hope of Survival Claire’s POV My breath came in ragged gasps, the air thick and suffocating. The exits were nowhere in sight except the only one I saw near the barrel of fire, but I could not go back there I would get caught. I scanned the dimly lit space for any sign of escape. The sound of his pursuit grew louder, his heavy footsteps echoing behind me. I could not let him catch me. Not now, not after everything.

She was thinking carefully about what route she could use that could connect to her wolf's suggestion. “So, if we do the plan A escape route which was around the park, it will lead into an open area. It's good but it could lead to an obvious commotion since it was not far from the busy town. From the plan B escape route, there are two-way road access which leads to the vintage train trail and both have tight roads when it comes to a bumper-to-bumper assault. It will be fifty–fifty chances of being caught or dead ends. The plan C escape route also has two-way road access; one leads to a tricky-tight road that only motorbikes were allowed to pass through while the other road was rough but lead

Dave airswiped a command as he continued speaking. A hologram appears, revealing the overall layout of the whole home in three-dimensional. As they prepared to engage in full combat, the mood was tense. Every nook and cranny has a laser weapon buried inside it. He gestures to the escape plan, which is located below. He goes on to explain that there are two tunnels leading out of here, and at the end of one of them is a tiny boat that can transport us to another boat. I stopped listening because I was feeling numb on the inside. This plan will succeed, but Chalres will try all he can to bring me back to him. This is another example of what all along has been demonstrated many times that I hav

I was still staring at every where,my heart was thudding fastly because i was so scared of my life right now and fortunately i saw a ventilation shaft, this is the time to make use of anything i see not gawking at them. This is my only hope right now and it looks so small, it's my only chance to escape before they get to me, there is no other thing to do than to use this Ventilation shaft. I had to crawl beneath it and i made my through the cramped space. It led me to another place again and i became so confused staring at the place, The footsteps became louder again, any step i took, they footsteps kept on growing louder and my heart skipped thinking of another route to take again. Time to

I think that the main road out of here is far and preferably, a vehicle is required for faster moves but unfortunately, there is no available vehicle and I have to stick to this plan. The new escape route is a tunnel that I had discovered. It is being covered with an iron wedge to avoid anyone from doing there to do whatever. I sigh heavily and use the shovel to hit on the wedge, it does not work and I even stagger backwards from the energy that I mustered to hit it. My breathing becomes ragged and I have only made an attempt- surely the plan was not as easy as I thought that it would be. I hit the wedge again and continuously until the lead falls off and stumble on the ground with my ass.

Pim screamed back, grabbing Chalida’s hand and dragging her toward the ventilation duct in the corner—their only remaining exit. "They think we still have it," Chalida said, her eyes wide with terror, the old spark of survival lighting them up once more. "They’re going to tear the place apart to find a file that doesn't exist." "Then let them search," Pim said, kicking the vent cover loose. "We need to get to the roof." As they crawled into the tight, claustrophobic darkness of the shaft, the sound of the soldiers smashing the furniture in the main room echoed behind them. They were no longer the daughters of a minister. They were no longer the owners of a city. They were fugitives.