“How dare you!” The man immediately got angry, pressing the tip of the knife against her throat.
The henchman quickly intervened, “Calm down, bro! Boss hasn’t made a order. We should not act impulsively.”
This sentence pulled the bald man back. He glared at Callie, “You better hold on, or I’ll kill you!”
Rainwater flowed down Callie’s cheeks. “If you have the guts, let your boss come and kill me. Does he dare?”
“Shut up! Someone like you should have died long ago!” The bald man kicked her chair and went back under the eaves to play cards.
The rain had lessened, but the cold wind of early winter made Callie shiver uncontrollably.
This bald man seemed to particularly hate her. His boss probably hated her too. So who else in Ylosea hated her the most?
She squinted her eyes.
Top floor of Oconnor Group.
Nelson, having waited too long for news of the plane’s departure, ordered Anthony to investigate.
“Why rush? Nothing will go wrong. You specifically didn’t let her take a private jet to avoid drawing attention. There’s no reason for a commercial flight not to take off,” Bridger said, sitting with his legs crossed, amused.
Davian added, “Weather issues?”
“Just a light rain.”
With each sentence they spoke, Nelson’s face grew darker. Anthony rushed in, barely able to speak, “Mr. Oconnor…”
Nelson’s expression changed drastically. “Speak!”
“Someone falsely claimed there was a bomb on the plane. The flight didn’t take off.”
Anthony, usually calm, was rarely this flustered. Nelson waited for his next words.
“After deplaning, she disappeared.”
Bridger and Davian exchanged glances, losing interest in their tea, and looked at Nelson.
“I’ll have the club people start searching immediately.” Bridger left the office to make calls.
“Could she have run away on her own?” Davian frowned.
“I’m afraid it wasn’t Miss Marsh running away on her own, but rather…” Anthony’s voice trailed off as he cautiously observed Nelson.
Nelson’s palm pressed hard against the table, his eyes filled with intense coldness. “Search, report to the police, mobilize our people. Find her at all costs!”
“Yes… yes!”
“Anthony.” Nelson called out, his eyes dark and foreboding. “If she’s not found, it’s on you!”
Anthony almost stumbled as he ran out of the office.
Davian frowned deeply, sighed, and patted Nelson’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, maybe it’s just one of her tricks.”
Nelson’s face remained tense. He recalled her unexpectedly obedient behavior. He should have known she wouldn’t agree to go abroad so easily; she had been waiting for this moment!
A flash of panic crossed his eyes. As long as she’s safe, that’s what matters. But he feared she might be in danger…
The rain outside grew heavier. Nelson looked at the pitch-black sky with a sense of foreboding.
Abandoned construction site.
Callie endured the cold until nearly dawn.
She was in a state of both cold and heat, likely having a fever and on the verge of passing out.
As the sky gradually brightened and the rain stopped, Callie half-closed her eyes, trying to stay awake. At that moment, she saw a figure slowly approaching, holding an umbrella with an elegant and slow demeanor-
It was a woman.
The bald man and his men immediately approached and said something. The woman looked over at Callie.