After dropping Rose off, Flynn went straight back to Thodell Mansion.
He charged his phone, then headed to the bathroom.
He had intended to shower after a massage, but ended up having to go home to do so.
He filled the bathtub to the brim and lay down in it, deciding to take a good soak.
Perhaps the water was too comforting, or he was too tired, but Flynn slowly fell asleep in the bath.
At the same time, a black Audi pulled up in front of the Cherry Blossom Inn.
Kseniya opened the car door, looked around, and nodded to someone inside the car.
A burly man in black immediately got out.
He reached into the car, pulled out the unconscious Trusova, and supported her as they walked toward the hotel.
Kseniya had already learned Trusova’s address; finding her had not been difficult.
Using professional tools, they silently opened her hotel room door and entered.
Trusova had drunk a lot at the celebration.
She bathed while drunk and lay on the bed looking at photos taken that day.
Most of them were with Flynn, featuring goofy, cute, and serious poses.
The more Trusova looked, the more she liked them, choosing a goofy one as her screensaver, intending to message Flynn to thank him for his repeated help.
She edited her message carefully, each word filled with gratitude.
It was Flynn who had brought warmth to her life.
And it was Flynn who cleared the gloom in her heart and filled it with sunshine.
Moved to tears, Trusova realized she had fallen for Flynn.
Over four years, she had met many excellent suitors, including wealthy heirs, but she had never been moved.
Now, however, she had fallen for Flynn.
Trusova wanted to confess her feelings but hesitated to send the message.
Flynn was too outstanding.
She feared rejection.
While she wavered, Kseniya and two burly men burst into the bedroom.
Trusova was terrified, her heart nearly bursting, as she tucked her phone into her pocket and screamed, shrinking into a corner, pleading for them to spare her.
The men grabbed her and quickly silenced her with a cloth soaked in ether.
After Trusova passed out, they stuffed her into the car and drove her directly to the hotel.
It was now 1:30 AM.
Mr. Rainier would arrive in Niarak at about 4 AM and reach the hotel around 5 AM.
The three and a half hours in between were enough for Sordoff.
“Miss Kseniya, your friend is drunk?” the manager of Cherry Blossom Inn approached her.
He was supposed to work the day shift, but special circumstances demanded his presence around the clock at the hotel due to the visit of a prominent oligarch, Leander’s orders.
Kseniya had visited the hotel earlier in the night, and the manager, knowing her connection with Sordoff, did not stop her.
Instead, to showcase the Cherry Blossom Inn’s service, he approached her with concern.
Kseniya nodded and calmly replied, “Yes, we are friends of Sordoff. We just went to the bar and drank quite a bit.”
After this exchange, they entered the elevator and left.
The manager didn’t think much of it and turned to leave.
Just then, he frowned.
The drunk woman seemed to be one of Rose’s employees!
She was attractive and lively at the party, attracting much attention from the manager.
Most importantly, she was closely associated with a significant figure, and their interactions were quite noticeable.
After the party ended, this figure had told her to go back and sleep, and she had agreed.
Why was she here again?
If she was friends with Sordoff, why hadn’t she come to meet him when he checked in?
Instead, she was now unconscious, being carried up.
Moreover, she did not smell strongly of alcohol, and with years of experience as a hotel manager, he had seen many such situations.
This raised his suspicions.
If it were someone else, he might not have thought much about it, but she was connected to a major figure!
This figure was someone even Orion had to respect!
He had no choice but to take it seriously.
Thinking this, the manager felt it necessary to inform Leander.
Upon receiving the call, Leander’s brow furrowed.
He remembered Trusova too-her snow-white skin, her bold personality, her melon-like breasts, her plump buttocks; every aspect of her was striking.
Before Orion arrived, the girl had always been at Flynn’s side, behaving affectionately.
Leander gasped sharply.
He felt increasingly that something was amiss.
He made a call to Orion.
“It definitely seems off, probably a kidnapping!” Orion, who had been asleep, was instantly wide awake upon hearing Leander’s words.
He didn’t know the relationship between Trusova and Flynn, but it was obvious that Flynn was fond of her.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed her to act so coquettishly by his side.
Now, in the dead of night, she was carried off to Sordoff’s room?
Any man would find that abnormal.
“Mr. Kennedy, Sordoff’s bodyguard is a Grandmaster, even if all my men went up, we couldn’t rescue her!”
“Besides, he is an honored guest, we can’t just barge in and offend him!”
“And please, don’t say I spilled the beans, I can’t afford to offend the Langford family on either side!”
Leander’s face was the picture of misery.
Both parties were powerful figures; offending either one was difficult, and informing Orion had taken all his courage.
“Alright! It’s just a guess for now, go back to the hotel and wait.”
“I’ll call the boss to confirm.”
Orion instructed before hanging up and turning to call Flynn.
His phone was off!
Damn it!
Orion frowned.
What to do?
Rose!
Yes!
Rose was Trusova’s boss and would know her social connections.
He quickly dialed Rose’s number and briefly explained the situation.
“Sasha with Kseniya? They are enemies!” Rose was about to sleep, but Orion’s words made her scalp tingle.
It was indeed a kidnapping!
Orion hurriedly said:
“Ms. Sharp, I can’t reach Mr. Clark, please go and wake him up. Sordoff has six Grandmasters, only he can save her, or it’s too risky!”
Rose quickly agreed, dashed out of the villa, and drove straight to Thodell Mansion.
Trusova was her right-hand woman, a PhD in toxicology.
It would be a huge loss for Energence Pharmaceuticals if she were violated!
Most importantly, she had turned down a high salary to work for her, and if something happened under her watch, how could she live with herself?
Meanwhile, at the Cherry Blossom Inn, room 1608.
Trusova lay unconscious on the bed, face up.
Her golden hair spread across the pillow like a dreamy forest, emitting a faint fragrance.
Her eyes were tightly shut, breathing slow and deep, with occasional light snores. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her chest rose and fell with her breath, mountainous.
Her long legs casually draped over the edge of the bed, inspiring endless fantasies.
“Our Achela does produce beauties!”
“No wonder Kseniya’s brother likes her so much, she really is beautiful!”
Sordoff, in his bathrobe, sat on the sofa admiring her, unable to resist clicking his tongue in awe.
Trusova surpassed even the ten maids he kept, a masterpiece from God.
Her voluptuous figure had not a hint of excess fat.
She was over one meter seventy-five tall.
No man could resist such a body.
“Where am I?” As the drug wore off, Trusova gradually woke up.
A blurry figure appeared before her.
“Who are you!” Trusova suddenly sat up, her head throbbing.
“My dear, it’s normal to have a headache as the drug wears off. Here, have some water,” Sordoff offered her a glass, his eyes greedily on her chest.
“Clang!”
“Don’t touch me, get away!”
Trusova slapped away the water glass, retreated to the head of the bed, and curled up under the covers.
Outside the door, Kseniya heard the screams from the room and a cold smile spread across her lips.
Don’t touch you?
Bitch! You’ll soon know what real heartbreak is!