"Poppy?" Soren was taken aback, then let out a cold laugh. "What kind of joke is this? Poppy is a kind person; she would never do something like that. Besides, our engagement is just days away. She has no reason to harm Evangeline."
Even as he said the words, the image of Poppy kicking the small dog at the mall, her expression a mixture of irritation and disgust, flashed through his mind. For the first time, a seed of doubt was planted.
"We had a listening device in Evangeline's bag," the bodyguard added. "We heard it clearly, there's no mistake. The men she hired are currently in police custody. You can go and question them yourself…"
"No need to ask. It's obviously one of Evangeline's tricks."
Before Soren could respond, Flora stormed into the room. She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm. "Soren, Poppy's life is in danger! Why are you so concerned with Evangeline right now? You need to find Poppy!"
"This has to be Evangeline's doing. She's so in love with you, she probably went crazy with jealousy and kidnapped Poppy."
Flora was frantic, utterly convinced of Evangeline's guilt. No one in Serenity City would dare to cross the Fawkes family—no one except Evangeline, who was arrogant enough to believe Soren would never touch her.
Soren was about to speak when his phone rang. The caller ID was a randomly generated virtual number.
"It must be Poppy's kidnappers!" Flora exclaimed.
Soren's expression darkened. He answered the call without a word. A deep, electronically altered male voice came through the speaker.
"Tomorrow at one p.m., Soren Fawkes will bring thirty million in cash to the central plaza. Come alone. No police, no backup. Or we kill the hostage immediately."
Flora leaned in close. "Evangeline, stop hiding! I know it's you! Where is Poppy? Bring her back now!"


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