Amidst the commotion, the man dragged Genevieve through the crowd to the roadside and shoved her into a car.
Before anyone could close the door, the car sped off.
Genevieve fell into the backseat and immediately tried to get up. Alas, she was nowhere as strong or highly trained as her abductors.
She had only made a slight movement when the man who joined her in the backseat quickly pounced on her. He pulled her hands behind her back and expertly tied them up with a unique knot.
Then he did the same to her feet and finally stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth.
“Are you sure this is Genevieve Rachford?” the driver asked as he threw a suspicious glance at Genevieve through the rearview mirror. “After all the effort we’ve put in, we better not have grabbed the wrong person.”
“This is her! I’m sure of it!” the man beside Genevieve insisted.
He looked her up and down before turning to the driver. “Patrick is very good at slipping under the radar and is adept at disguises too. It’s no wonder we haven’t been able to find him for so long. We have this woman to thank for giving us a lucky break. If it weren’t for her, they’d have boarded the plane and escaped, and we’d still be searching aimlessly in the city…”
It was clear that the two men were unafraid of anything. They didn’t mince their words. However, the more Genevieve heard, the more her blood ran cold.
Oh, my goodness. I’m the reason our location got exposed! But after leaving Jadeborough with Patrick, I’ve already thrown away everything on me that could contain a tracking device. Could Armand have implanted one under my skin?
Genevieve calmly pondered the possibilities, and that was when she felt a hard object around her finger. She froze in her tracks, the sudden realization sending shivers down her spine.
It was the wedding ring that Harriet had prepared for her!
Back in Springwyn, she had tried everything she could to remove the ring and even approached a jewelry shop for help. Unfortunately, it remained firmly stuck on her finger.
We could’ve left Baykeep early this morning, but now, this ring has foiled our plan.
With a wave of her hand, one of the men promptly removed the cloth from Genevieve’s mouth.
“Your dad died because he deserved it,” Genevieve scoffed as she raised her head to stare at Marilyn. “What has it got to do with Patrick?”
“Slap her hard!” Marilyn bellowed.
“Got it!” the man crouching beside Genevieve replied. Without further ado, he tugged her up by her hair and gave her two tight slaps.
The force was so great that Genevieve’s head jerked to the side, leaving a tingling numbness on her lips.
To everyone’s surprise, she merely licked the corner of her mouth. “If Armand wants to deal with me, get him to talk to me face to face.”
“Who do you think you are?” Marilyn retorted. “After knowing that you killed his grandmother, Armand can’t wait to shoot you dead! What makes you think he still wants to see you?
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