Chapter 908

Chapter 908:

Madisyn nodded, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with her.

Her mother had been so eager about this gathering—why would she be late? As the minutes ticked by, the atmosphere grew heavier. Vienna had quietly taken several sips of her coffee, her calm demeanor unshaken. Madisyn, unable to ignore her growing unease, excused herself to the restroom to call her mom.

Elaine’s voice was rushed on the other end. “Madisyn, I’m sorry. We got delayed. Please explain to Luka and Vienna for me.”

“Okay, Mom. How much longer until you get here?”

“We’re on our way now.”

“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll let them know.”

Returning to the table, she relayed the message to Luka and Vienna. Luka nodded, though his expression had cooled slightly. Vienna continued sipping her coffee in silence.

Madisyn was utterly puzzled. Why would her mom, who had emphasized how important this meeting was, end up being so late? It would have been fine if they were only ten minutes late, but nearly 40 minutes had gone by, and that was pushing the limits of understanding!

Meanwhile, after dropping Madisyn at the restaurant, Andrew had decided to head to a mall. He’d noticed Madisyn hadn’t bought new clothes in a while and wanted to surprise her with a few outfits. Walking into a boutique, Andrew went on a spree, picking out anything he thought might suit Madisyn. Before he knew it, he had accumulated dozens of pieces.

After finishing his shopping, he prepared to leave, but a sharp, urgent voice suddenly echoed from the stairwell.

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Catching his attention.

“Please let me go. I beg you. I won’t call the police. Please, let me go.” The sound of a woman’s muffled sobbing filled the air.

“Scream all you want, sweetheart. No one’s coming to save you,” a sleazy man sneered.

Andrew’s brow furrowed slightly. He wasn’t the type to interfere in other people’s business, but an image of Madisyn flashed through his mind. Though naturally reserved and distant, she had a warmth about her—a kind heart that made her never hesitate to lend a hand to those in need.

With a sigh, Andrew pushed open the stairwell door. The dimly lit space revealed a chilling scene: two men gripping a terrified woman. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her whole body trembled. The face was unmistakable to Andrew—it was Evita.

“Who are you? I suggest you mind your own business and get the hell out of here!” one of the men roared aggressively.

Andrew’s eyes turned cold. He glared at the man and said menacingly, “You should be the ones to get out of here.”

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