His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 258

After getting off the plane, Molly stood at the airport exit, waiting for Tessa to pick her up.

She braved the cold wind for half an hour, but there was still no sign of Tessa. Feeling puzzled, she took out her phone and called her.

Instead of ringing, a robotic female voice stated, "The number you have dialed is unavailable."

How did her number suddenly become unavailable? They had spoken an hour ago. A bad feeling settled in Molly's gut. Could something have happened to Tessa?

Unable to reach her by phone, she immediately opened WhatsApp and tried a video call. The call rang until it automatically disconnected, unanswered.

Molly called five times in a row, but no one picked up. Panic began to set in.

Earlier, when she had spoken to Tessa, she had said she would arrive at the airport in about 15 minutes. But nearly 40 minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of her.

Her calls went unanswered, and her messages were ignored.

Molly did not know anyone else in Rivertown besides Tessa. Feeling anxious, she suddenly remembered that Tessa had mentioned the name of her law firm before. Everbright Law Group.

Without hesitation, Molly searched for it online. Within seconds, the firm's details appeared on the webpage, including the office's landline number.

She immediately dialed the number. The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered. It was after office hours, and no one was at the firm. That call was useless.

Panicking, Molly had no choice but to call the police.

The authorities immediately contacted Tessa's family. When Samuel and Marianne heard that she had gone missing, they were beside themselves with worry. They started calling her friends, desperate to find out if anyone was with her.

The second man who had stepped out of the vehicle was far more skilled than the first. After a fierce struggle, Tessa was ultimately overpowered. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was forced into the car.

"Are you kidnapping me? Is it for money?" she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear creeping in.

The driver burst into a fit of laughter as if she had just said something absurd. "Money? Hahaha! Mr. Fullerton doesn't need your pathetic money."

Mr. Fullerton? A sense of dread settled deep in her stomach.

A memory flashed in her mind as she recalled the terrifying moment when she had nearly lost her life on the street. Her face turned pale as she asked, "Are you working for James?"

The driver's expression darkened, and he snapped angrily, "You damn woman! How dare you call Mr. Fullerton by his first name? Do you have a death wish?"