Chapter 2366
Balfour always knew, the guiltier one feels, the louder one becomes.
These kidnappers were all desperate characters. While Balfour's currently in a disadvantaged
position, there were always vulnerabilities to exploit in such a group.
Especially the Boss, who seemed to have a soft spot for his bygone days of youth-a target for
exploitation if there ever was one.
Not to mention, the whole gang seemed petrified of the Boss. He was probably the mastermind
behind every heist and the commander on the field. It was likely that he had blood on his hands.
Of course, these were just Balfour's hunches. If he could avoid a head-on clash with them, he'd
prefer it.
But knowing that they were desperadoes meant that even after getting the money, they might not
stick to the original deal and let them go.
Balfour's brow furrowed subtly, the slap on his face was the least of his worries.
His concern was for the aftermath, especially since he had Victoria by his side.
From the moment they were kidnapped together, he never once thought of escaping alone.
He could only hope that Dean wouldn't take the kidnappersâ demands seriously; relying on the
police was the only way to go.
It was only when the Boss stepped out to rummage through his backpack that Balfour managed to
sit upright, using his core strength.
"Victoria, are you okay?" he whispered.
Hearing Balfour's voice, Victoria finally let out a sob she had been holding in.
She had been silent when the Boss was around, terrified that any sound might get her
dragged away again.
âI'm sorry, they were after me today, and I didnât mean to drag you into this,â Balfour expressed his
sincere regret.
âDonât worry, as long as I'm here, I'll protect you,â he reassured her.
Victoria sniffled, âI'm okay for now, just lying on the ground. My hands and feet are num Do you
know who these people are? We've never crossed paths with them, so why kidnap us? Is it really all
for money?â
Hearing Victoria's voice steady yet not blaming him for their situation, Balfour felt a mix of fear and
anger emanating from her. Her considerate nature prevented her from
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condemning him, which he appreciated; after all, no one would be pleased being dragged into such
a mess.
âThese people are only after the money, and I hope they'll let us go once they have it,â he said, not
very convincingly.
Victoria's heart sank even further. âYou said it yourself that they're vicious. How can we expect them
to just let us go after getting the money? Our hands and feet are tied; there's no escape. I just want
to go home! If only I knew, I wouldn't have fought with my sister last night.â
She collapsed, crying again, and Balfour felt helpless. He wanted to tell Victoria not to be afraid or
worry, but he knew how hard it was to stay calm in such a situation. Any reassurance seemed empty
when he was bound and powerless.
Maybe once Victoria calmed down, things would seem a bit better. At least the kidnappers weren't
around now. Let her cry if she needed to.
Outside, the kidnappers rudely slashed Balfour's backpack to shreds, spilling its contents which
included his student ID and some cards.
âBoss, check this out, this kid's got the looks-his ID photo could pass for a celebrity
shot,â jeered the skinny one, who had previously crossed the Boss, as he presented the cards.