Chapter 538:
Tiffany shot Lindsay a cold look and snapped, âLeave us alone!â She could sense Lindsayâs obstruction, her words sharp with suspicion.
Harlee, too dizzy to speak, realized that it was Lindsayâs perfume wreaking havoc on her senses.
A sudden warning rang in her mind.
Lindsay wouldnât have been able to acquire such a dangerous, drug-laced perfume on her own. It was clear that Lindsay had conspired with Hale.
Harleeâs instincts told her she was in serious danger. She clung to the hope that one of the locations she had given Ritchie might lead to Haleâs whereabouts. If not, with Haleâs cunning ways, the thought of what he might do to her was terrifying.
As for the location she had sent earlier, her hopes were minimal.
The odds of anyone catching up to her were slim.
Even if, by some miracle, they did find her, it wouldnât mean much unless they could extract her from Haleâs clutches. Without a rescue, knowing her exact location was pointless.
After a tense, erratic journey, Tiffany finally guided Harlee to the entrance, their timing perfect as Clint appeared.
âWeâre here!â Tiffany declared, signaling to Clint.
Just as Tiffany was about to help Harlee over, suddenly, half a dozen stealthy, black-clad men sprang into action. Three of them grabbed Harlee, swiftly shoving her into a sleek black Bentley, while another group knocked Tiffany unconscious and hauled her into a different vehicle. The assailants split tactically into two groups.
Lindsay made a move for the Bentley but found herself forcefully pulled toward the car containing Tiffany instead.
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Clint dashed toward them in a desperate attempt to intervene, but it was too late.
Harlee and Tiffany were already whisked away.
Clint darted into his car, the engine roaring to life, when Rhys unexpectedly appeared before him. Upon realizing something was amiss earlier, Harlee had quickly alerted Tonya, Ritchie, and Rhys, while simultaneously enabling the location trackers on her phone and watch.
Clint, his animosity toward Rhys momentarily forgotten, pointed out the situation urgently.
âHarleeâs been abducted by those two black cars up ahead.â
Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Rhys fired up his engine with a fierce determination, assigning Clint to tail Tiffanyâs vehicle while he thundered after the black Bentley.
His speedometer soared past 180 km/h in a blur.
Inside the Bentley, panic ensued among the abductors.
âDamn it! Theyâre right behind us!â the driver exclaimed, his voice laced with alarm.
The groupâs leader barked his orders with cold precision.
âPush faster and get rid of him! If he gets any closer, weâre finished!â With no alternative, the driver floored the accelerator, pushing the already modified car beyond 230 km/h.
He cursed under his breath.
âIs this guy insane? Iâm hitting 230 and heâs still on our tail! If he rams us at this speed, it could be catastrophicâ¦â His resolve wavered, causing the carâs speed to falter slightly.
The groupâs leader snapped viciously, âWe must deliver her to Mr. Norris unscathed, or not only are we doomed, but our families back home will pay the price too.
Drive, you fool!â Driven by sheer terror, the driver slammed down on the gas pedal once more.
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