Novel & Cerita How Did Vance Hopper Get Kidnapped In The Black Phone

The raw, possessive authority radiating from Vance was overwhelming, but beneath the fear was a dark, magnetic pull that bound Kaelen to Vance’s will. "How?" Kaelen whispered, his voice steady despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath the silk robe. "How do you want to test me, Vance?" A slow, ruthless curve touched Vance’s lips, a predator accepting a challenge. Vance stepped back slightly, reaching into the inner drawer of his mahogany desk. He pulled out a sleek, obsidian-black satellite phone, an un-trackable, encrypted device linked directly to Arthur Sterling’s private legal cell. Vance set the phone down on the center of the desk between them, its glass screen dark and moti

"Her phone, her photographs, everything was confiscated by the men who kidnapped her this morning two hours before this wedding." "Kidnapped." Diana smiled patiently at the room. "No evidence, nothing verifiable, and we are all supposed to just accept that?" "Carter Mills," I said. The smile flickered. Xavier was watching her face and I knew he caught it. "G****e Carter Mills and Diana Rogers," I said to the room. "Anyone with a phone, right now." Thirty people searched simultaneously and Diana's posture shifted, subtle, chin lifting, hands clasping, the adjustment of a woman who felt the ground move and was deciding how to stand on it.

He was nearly through the door when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and the color drained from his face. Turning at once, he hurried back inside. "Sir, we have a problem. Irene has been taken." "What?" Oscar was on his feet before the words had fully registered. … Somewhere in Silverton, in a private villa with no name worth remembering, a group of men dressed in black hauled Irene out of a van. "Let go of me! Let go! This is kidnapping. This is illegal. The authorities will come for you!"

The only important email was the one titled "Regarding some matters concerning Mr. Hodge." It had a long list of attachments with titles that clearly suggested evidence of Aiden's crimes. The sender was an unknown address. Because Vance had returned so quickly, the attachments hadn't been opened yet, but the titles alone were shocking enough. When he stepped outside the restaurant, he noticed a car across the street slowly pulling out of its parking spot. He suddenly understood whose car it was, who was inside, and who those so-called servers and kidnappers had really been. He didn't know what she was planning, but none of this elaborate scheme had been necessary. All she had to do was call

he yelled. "I was kidnapped! I was calling you last night but you didn't answer,” I yelled frustratingly. “There was this black van that came out of nowhere and-" he cut me off. "Kidnapped? Black van? Then what happened next? Two men went out and kidnapped you just like in the movies?" He said sarcastically. "But that is what exactly happened,"

“Well, he’s not available. And neither is my company.” “But your father is,” Vanessa said softly, turning to Zara. “And I hear kidnappers can be very cooperative… if they’re paid enough.” Zara froze. Alec’s voice turned lethal. “What did you do?” Vanessa held up a phone. “Let’s say… I have leverage.” ⸻ Twelve Hours Earlier… Zara stood outside a dusty building on the outskirts of the city. The burner phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: If you want to see your father again, come alone. No Alec. No police.

"I don't want your money, Vanessa. I wanted to help someone I thought was in trouble. But you're not in trouble. You ARE the trouble." He pulled out his phone and started dialing. I watched in horror, frozen in place, as he put it to his ear. "Yes, police? I need to report... I have information about Vanessa, the woman you're looking for. She's at my farm." He gave them the address while I stood there, unable to move. "And please hurry. She's planning to kidnap a child tomorrow. A boy named Phil Thompson." The phone slipped from my hand. It was over. Everything was over.

I asked. He handed out what he had. “Not my fault. I have so many unanswered emails. I really need a VA,” he sighed, taking a seat. “So any progress on Vance?” he asked. “Yeah, he ran back to Cali and went into hiding, but I’ll send a tip to the police officers to get him,” I said. What a coward he was! He was fortunate to have escaped before the police arrived. We were engrossed in finding Elvis and getting him to safety, so we didn’t keep a close eye on him, but I don’t make mistakes twice. I’ll get him this time.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she pieced it all together. Holly didn't go on vacation. She was kidnapped. She was kidnapped by her stalker. "That bastard," she screamed. "Madam, are you alright?" Viktor asked from behind Camilla. "Vincent ...He...took her, Ho...Holly, he took her," Camilla said letting the tears pour down her eyes as she turned to face Vincent with Holly's phone still in her hand. "He fucking took her," Camilla cried. "I will inform boss," Vincent said and brought out his phone to text Vincenzo.

Police suspect the notorious cartel, Velgrave. The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the mattress. Velgrave? "Noah!" I screamed, the playful mood shattering instantly. Noah stopped at the bathroom door, turning back with a frown. "What?" I held up the phone, my hand trembling. "Is this... is this real?" "Is what real?" "Jake," I choked out, staring at him wide-eyed. "The news... it says Jake was kidnapped. By Velgrave." "Did you... did you kidnap your own nephew? For your stock things?"