BookToReadChapter 81 At the very last moment, she managed to send out a message on her phone.
"Help me." Victoria had no idea how long she'd been unconscious when, all of a sudden, blinding lights flared above her.
Somewhere nearby, someone laughed a greasy, revolting sound-then a phone was shoved in her face as someone started filming.
"Damn, she really is a knockout. Great body, too. Too bad she nearly ended up dead." The voice sounded familiar, but her eyelids felt glued shut.
Her body ached as if it had been shattered and barely put back together. Even the faintest movement sent fresh waves of agony crashing through her.
"I don't care how many bones are broken-fix her up. I want her alive," the voice said, cold and cruel.
She finally recognized it. Teague.
Victoria tried to speak, but blackness swallowed her again, and the world faded away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtQuantum Core Technologies Victoria hadn't shown up at work for days, with no call or message-nothing.
Ailie was frantic, turning the office upside down looking for answers. Curtis had tried reaching out several times too, but Victoria's phone remained switched off.
"Maybe she's just... moved on to something else," Curtis muttered, his tone hollow. Secretly, he wondered if Victoria had picked up on his feelings for her and decided to disappear because of it.
Ailie rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe Mr. Garcia had turned into such a hopeless romantic, and she didn't even bother to argue with him anymore.
McNeil had arranged for Gwyneth to stay at the house on Winding Peak Lane. He himself hadn't been back hin stime, busy with work at the company.
Every now and then, he'd call to check in—but never asked for Victoria.
The answer was always the same: Mrs. McNeil isn't home.
He didn't mind. As long as Victoria wasn't causing trouble, that was enough for him.
He told himself that once things with Violet were settled, he'd go back to her. She was a sensible woman-he believed she'd understand.
That evening, McNeil had scheduled a business meeting.
As he passed by one of the private rooms at the club, raucous laughter and lewd jokes spilled out through the door. Inside, a massive TV screen played a video- every so often, the laughter would spike.
"Check out this piece I just picked up. Not bad, right? Gorgeous face, killer body!" Teague's voice boomed with manic pride and cruelty.
"Mr. Yates, where'd you even find a woman like that?" someone else jeered, as the others joined in.
On the screen was Victoria-eyes closed, her face pale. The video, shot on a phone, lingered on her features, then slowly panned down her body, pausing far too long on intimate details. The men inside howled with laughter. Suddenly, the half-shut door was kicked open, slamming against the wall. Before anyone could react, McNeil had Teague by the collar and slammed him into the wall, driving a fist straight into his nose-blood poured instantly.
Teague barely had tto gasp before McNeil hit him again.
McNeil didn't hold back; every punch landed with the force of a sledgehammer. His rage was terrifying, and the other men froze in shock, too scared to interfere.
By the tthey snapped out of it, McNeil was already hauling Teague out of the room.
"Do you even know who I am?" Teague sputtered, blood streaming down his face, voice muffled and thick. "Where is the woman from that video?" Teague tried to put on a brave face. "What's it to you?" McNeil kicked him hard, dropping Teague to his knees.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I'll ask you one more time." Teague spat out a curse in response.
Without warning, McNeil dragged him outside and shoved his facen down onto the pavement, right at the edge of a busy street. "Are you going to talk, or not?"
Cars sped by just inches from Teague's head-more than once, a wheel nearly clipped hing. Horns' blared, driver's swore, the city's rush hour chaos making the scene even more surreal. Teague's face went ghostly white, terror overtaking his bravado. "My house-she's at my house..." Lunatic. Absolute lunatic.
"Where do you live?" McNeil's voice was ice.
With no other choice, Teague finally gave up the address.
McNeil knocked him out, shoved him into the back of his ca is car and floored the accelerator racing to find Victoria. Outside the old manor, the night was shattered by the sudden arrival of several vehicles.
A black Mercedes pulled up at the curb, followed by a long convoy of military trucks.
Inside the house, a desperate voice cried out: "Please-someone help me!"
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