Chapter 1335:
The innkeeper was just about to hand him her phone when a little boy burst into the room, breathless and alarmed. “Mom, something happened to Linsey!”
The innkeeper barely had time to process what was happening when Gorman lunged forward, his fingers clamping around the little boy’s thin arm like a vice. “What happened to Linsey? Tell me everything!”
Panic stripped away his usual composed demeanor, transforming his voice into something sharp and desperate.
The child shrank back, tears welling in his wide eyes as he struggled to form words through his trembling. “I went with Linsey to the pharmacy, and these two men just burst in. They pointed guns right at her and dragged her away.”
“And then?” Gorman’s stare pinned the boy in place while questions poured from his lips. “What did they look like? Which direction did they go? Did they hurt her?”
Tears spilled down the boy’s cheeks as he choked out his answer. “They were huge and scary, with guns and mean voices. Black clothes, masks covering their faces. That’s all I saw, I swear…”
The words dissolved into desperate wails as the child turned toward the innkeeper. “Mama, make him stop! He’s squeezing too tight!”
The innkeeper finally snapped into action, rushing forward to pry Gorman’s grip loose and gather the sobbing boy against her chest. Her smile wavered as she faced Gorman. “Please, sir, he’s just a child. Let’s discuss this reasonably.”
Gorman turned away, her words falling on deaf ears as his thoughts spiraled.
This never happened in his previous life.
They were in a foreign country where Linsey had no enemies, no connections that could bring danger. Who would want to take her?
Nothing made sense.
Cold sweat gathered on his palms and forehead as tension locked his spine rigid.
After fighting through death itself to find her again, he refused to lose Linsey to some unknown threat.
Moving with sudden purpose, Gorman gestured toward the innkeeper’s phone. Linsey’s number went straight to voicemail, forcing him to dial another contact.
“Mr. Green, you’re alive?!” His most trusted subordinate’s voice crackled through the speaker, alive with shock and relief.
Meanwhile, across the city, two bodyguards shoved Linsey into the backseat of a waiting sedan. She fought them every step of the way, clawing at their arms and screaming for help until her throat went raw.
Her resistance ended the moment cold steel pressed against her temple.
When the car finally stopped, the taller bodyguard climbed out first. Rough hands yanked Linsey from the vehicle, the gun barrel never wavering from its position near her skull. “Keep your mouth shut and do exactly what we say, or I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”
Surrounded and outgunned, Linsey had no choice but to submit to their demands.
