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Then she thought of trying Leonardo's line again but he wasn't accessible again and this time the call was forwarded to voicemail. "Hello Leo! Please come quick! A black van is chasing after me and…. The rest of Camilla's words got muffled as she was forced and bundled into the black van by two huge men making her phone fall to the ground, and immediately they drove off.

She needed to get help, to stop them before it was too late. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed 911. Her voice was choked with emotion as she relayed the details of the kidnapping, her words coming out in a frantic rush. “Please, my son has been taken! They’ve kidnapped him! I need immediate help!” The dispatcher’s calm voice was a small comfort amid her panic. “We’re sending officers to your location right now. Can you provide us with any details about the suspects or their vehicle?” Celine struggled to provide the information, her mind racing as she tried to remember every detail. The van was black, with no visible markings, and the intruders had been masked and dress

I went upstairs to look for my cell phone. Only after that did I remember that my bag and cell phone had been thrown into the car by Dave and I hadn't taken them along with me. After I told him, he gave me the car key. I got back my cell phone, only to find that it had shut down. I turned on the cell phone only to be spamed with countless phone calls and text messages from Kim and Haick. I hurried back inside to get back to them. I called Kim. It turned out that Kim saw me being kidnapped by Dave yesterday. By the time she chased after me, Dave had already driven the car away.

I shove through the main doors and head straight for my car, jerking the door open and climbing into the driver's seat. My hands are shaking. I clutch the steering wheel hard, forcing myself to breathe, to focus, to think. And then I pull out my phone and dial my father. He answers on the second ring, his voice calm and professional. "Vance?" "Dad, I need you to listen to me," I blurt out, not bothering with pleasantries. "Megan's been kidnapped." There's a stunned silence on the other end. "What?" His tone changes instantly, tense and urgent. "When? How?"

“Emergency services. What’s your situation?” Marcus hesitated, gripping the phone tightly. “There’s been a kidnapping,” he said, forcing the words out. His voice was steady, but his hands trembled. “A woman. Chloe Westbrook. She was taken from outside her office about an hour ago.” The operator asked for details—time, place, descriptions of the kidnappers. Marcus answered carefully, deliberately leaving out any mention of Leo or the fact that he had initially hesitated to call. “I didn’t get a good look at them,” he said. “It all happened so fast. They drove off in a black van. That’s all I know.”

Just as Harvey arrived on the street where the training hall was located and started to look for a parking spot, his phone suddenly started to vibrate. This was his private number, and few knew it. Harvey hesitated before picking it up. A woman's fearful voice came from the other side, begging for help. "Mr. Representative! Help! Save me! Only you can save us now… Only you can…" Harvey was stunned before he said, "Who are you? Why do you have my number?" The woman quickly said, "I'm Hale Hoffman's wife! He was kidnapped… I don't know if he's alive or dead… Please! I beg you!"

At the end of the document, the assistants listed all the times of the calls Vicky made to Tyler. "Mister Hart, during the time that Miss Shaw called you, the cameras didn't capture her or the taxi, and she simply showed up in the hospital out of nowhere an hour later," Adam blurted out as he scanned Vicky in contempt and disbelief. "What kind of kidnapping ends within an hour?" After a moment of silence, Tyler said, "Have you found the taxi?" "We've already sent our men to look for it," Harry said. Just then, Harry's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller number before answering it on speaker phone.

“Then what happened? You suddenly forgot you made the plan?” I clenched my fists. “I was kidnapped, Xavier!” “What?!!! Kidnapped?!!! How?!!!”He blinked, looking at me with a stunned expression now. “I was kidnapped!” I said again, louder this time. “Guys in black hoods came over here in the mansion and grabbed me, on my way out after picking up my purse. They covered my face and took me somewhere far, I don’t even know where it was. I managed to escape hours later. That’s why I didn’t show up.”

Max cussed, “Alright, I will call them now.* I ended the call and poured out some whiskey in the glass, downing the contents immediately. Suddenly, my phone rang again and I rushed to pick it up. It was another private number that was calling. Now what? “Who the hell is this?” I asked angrily. “Spencer Martins, it is with great pleasure that I announce to you that your assistant, Sydney Talker, has been kidnapped by this loving family. If you are determined to get her back, tomorrow by ten, and make sure you bring a million dollars for her exchange,” a female voice said.

Her husband had given her a signal, and it seemed Cochette understood she had to leave this old warehouse immediately. It was just the some of them now. Svanna felt a wave of fear wash over her as the gun remained pointed right at her. “Where’s my money?” Hendri began demanding payment. Svanna had no idea what kind of game Nightroe was playing. Coincidentally, the man glanced at one of the men behind him, then said, “I need my phone to transfer the money.” Perhaps he needed Hendri’s permission, and when the mastermind behind this kidnapping gave his consent, the phone was immediately handed back to its rightful owner.