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Novel Catalog
Chapter 58
“Those useless idiots couldn’t even keep an eye on a woman!” Floch cursed loudly, pacing back and forth. The people he had trusted to imprison Veronica at a remote mental hospital had failed him. He had thought they could hide her away forever, away from prying eyes. Yet, she had managed to escape.
“Inform the others,” he snapped. “She must never be in contact with Old Mrs. Kings.”
Rachel, however, held up a hand to stop him. “Hold on. Maybe we can try another approach.”
“What other approach?” Floch asked, his tone tinged with impatience and expectation.
Rachel slowly rose from the couch, walking over to him. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear, her eyes gleaming with cold calculation.
Meanwhile, Veronica was hiding in the trunk of a car belonging to a mysterious woman. The car sped down the road, but Veronica could only guess at where they were going. She had to stay hidden, as she had no idea who this woman was or what her intentions were.
The car eventually came to a sudden stop. Veronica’s heart leapt into her throat. Could they have caught up with us? she thought, panic rising within her.
The woman in the front seat remained silent, not opening the trunk, so Veronica stayed still, her breath shallow and rapid.
Then came the sound of glass shattering. Veronica’s heart raced as she heard the woman scream. “Ah! What are you doing? Let me go! Let go of me!”
The sound of struggle echoed, and Veronica couldn’t stay hidden any longer. She pulled the emergency lever and jumped out of the trunk, running to the back of the car.
Before she could utter a word, she froze, her eyes widening in shock.
Before her stood five or six men, all dressed in camouflage uniforms with berets. They were massive, their muscles bulging under their clothing, clearly not ordinary men. They were mercenaries.
What is going on here? Veronica thought in a panic. She was well aware of the Larson Family’s abilities, but this… this was something else. Why would they send mercenaries to deal with her? She was just a weak woman, not a threat to anyone. The cost of such a large operation seemed excessive.
Her mind scrambled, questions flooding her thoughts. Who are these people? What do they want with me? And who is that woman?
The men assessed her with cold eyes, their gaze sharp as they turned to the woman in business attire.
“Who is she?” the leader of the group, a tall man with blond hair and a scar across his face, asked in broken English.
“She— I don’t know her,” the woman replied calmly. “I found her on the street, begging for help. I saved her.”
The mercenaries exchanged skeptical glances. It was clear they didn’t believe her story.
“Take her along too,” the leader ordered, waving his hand at two of the men. They walked toward Veronica, and she saw the glint of weapons hidden under their camouflage jackets—guns.
Realizing the danger she was in, Veronica had no choice but to comply. The last thing she wanted was to get shot, so she reluctantly followed them into a black MPV, the door slamming shut behind her.
The two women were escorted to the middle row, where they sat side by side. A mercenary sat beside them, his arms crossed, exuding an air of menace that made the atmosphere inside the car oppressive.
Veronica turned to the woman beside her and asked, “Who are you? Who are these people?”
The woman, cool and detached, shrugged. “I already told you. I didn’t want to save you. You insisted on getting into my car.”
Veronica blinked. This is bad luck in its purest form. I should’ve seen the signs.
“So where are they taking us?” Veronica pressed, hoping for more details.
“I don’t know,” the woman replied nonchalantly.
Veronica’s frustration was mounting. “Are our lives at risk?”
“Depends on our fate.”
“Fate?” Veronica stared at her incredulously. “I’m no fortune teller. How can I know what our fate is?”
Suddenly, the mercenary sitting next to them barked, “Shut up!”
Veronica’s temper flared. “Why should I? Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? You—”
But before she could continue, the man slowly pulled out a pistol from his uniform and aimed it directly at her head.
Veronica froze, a forced smile creeping onto her face as she nervously raised an eyebrow. “Haha, I was just joking. You know… I guess you’re not much of a fan of jokes.”
Her grin was a little too wide, and she kept her gaze fixed on the gun in his hand. She recognized it immediately as a modified M9A1, mostly used by mercenary groups like Mobros.
“Let’s just keep this peaceful, okay?” Veronica said, her voice now low and calm. She sat back, her thoughts racing.
The mercenaries exchanged a few words in Chinese, and Veronica strained to catch snippets of their conversation. From what she could piece together, they weren’t after her. They were after the woman next to her.
But that raised more questions. Who was this woman? And why did these mercenaries want her?
After a few hours of tense silence, the car finally began to slow down. It traveled for three long days, heading south through Bloomstead, passing by unfamiliar roads. Veronica tried to find an opportunity to escape, but it was clear that the mercenaries had been trained well. Every time she attempted something, they were always one step ahead.
The vehicle eventually arrived at the largest port at the southernmost point of Destor. Veronica and the woman were taken onto a cruise ship, their arms and legs bound, and locked in a small, dark room with no light except for a tiny window high up in the wall.
The three days on the road had given Veronica time to learn a little more about the woman. Her name was Yvonne Spencer, though Veronica still didn’t know why she was being held captive.
When the door slammed shut behind them, Veronica stood up and immediately untied the ropes that bound her wrists. She ripped off the tape on her mouth and began pacing the small room, stretching her sore muscles.
Yvonne, whose arms were still tied behind her and legs bound, watched Veronica with wide, pleading eyes. She wanted to speak, but the tape on her mouth muffled her attempts.
Veronica smirked down at her, her voice cold and dismissive. “Are you wondering how I managed to untie myself?”
Yvonne nodded eagerly.
“This kind of rope-tying technique isn’t a challenge for me,” Veronica said with a chuckle, sitting down on the floor and shaking her legs. “Not a problem.”
Yvonne tried again to speak, her muffled words urgent. Veronica leaned down, tore the tape from her mouth, and said coldly, “Spill it. Who are you, and who are they? Only then will I untie you.”
Veronica had tried and failed to escape countless times, but these mercenaries were professionals. It was clear they knew how to handle people like her. And as she sat in the dim light, her thoughts raced. She had no idea what was happening, but she was certain that this situation was more dangerous than anything she had faced before.
