Chapter 137: The Trap
Summer’s heart raced as she slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt with a piercing sound. She opened the door and quickly inspected the wheels. The tires were riddled with nails! Her car had just passed its annual inspection last month. There was no way this could have happened.
Just as she was about to call for a tow truck, she noticed two shadowy figures approaching under the streetlights. A feeling of foreboding washed over her. Without thinking, Summer turned to run.
But the next moment, a strong hand reached out from behind her and pressed a cloth soaked in a pungent chemical over her mouth and nose. The overwhelming smell filled her nostrils. Summer felt her head spinning, her vision blurring, until her body went limp and she collapsed, unconscious.
Summer woke up in a warehouse. The warehouse was neither too big nor too small, with stacks of wood and steel on both sides. Near the iron door was a small wooden table and chair. Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth gagged with a cloth, and her body felt weak from the drugs. For a moment, it reminded her of the times she had been kidnapped before. Summer felt a shiver run down her spine, terrified.
Suddenly, the iron door creaked open. A blinding light flooded in from the doorway, only to fade as the door closed again. A burly man dressed in black entered.
“Mmm… Mmm…”
The next moment, the gag was removed from Summer’s mouth. The kidnapper wore a black mask, revealing only his fierce eyes.
“Ms. Stewart, we meet again.”
Hearing his voice, a memory flashed in Summer’s mind. “It’s you…”
“You escaped last time, but it won’t be that easy this time.”
Summer’s voice trembled. “Who sent you here? If it’s money you want, I can… give it to you.”
“Last time, you took my drug, but someone showed up and ruined everything. That man got lucky.”
Just then, another kidnapper with a scar on his face entered.
“Stop it! Last time, that guy beat us up so badly that we were out of commission for months. Don’t touch her. This time we’re here for the money: When we’re done, we’ll leave Havenbrook.”
The first kidnapper shrugged. His hand floated in the air before he pulled it back and scratched his nose. The next moment, a woman in a dark green knit dress was pushed into the room.
The scarred kidnapper grinned. “Now we’ve got both of Trevor’s wives. You two can catch up.”
With that, the kidnappers exchanged a glance with Peyton, then closed the door and left. Peyton wasn’t tied up and looked perfectly fine, standing tall and imposing.
Meanwhile, Summer was huddled against the wall, her clothes dirty and disheveled, her hands still tied, unable to move. Peyton’s sharp eyes glinted with hatred as she approached Summer. Summer sensed that something was wrong. From what the kidnappers had said, both she and Peyton had been kidnapped. But why was she the only one in such a state?
“Long time no see, Summer.”
Summer turned her head away and refused to speak. She was clearly at a disadvantage.
“Hmph,” Peyton sneered. “Stop pretending. Do you know how disgusting I find your act every time?”
Thwack! Peyton’s hand slapped Summer’s face, leaving a red mark. Summer flinched. The next moment, Peyton grabbed Summer’s hair, forcing her to look up. Summer felt like her scalp was being ripped off.
“Peyton, don’t touch me! Trevor and I are already over!”
“Over!” Peyton laughed, her eyes glistening with tears. “Even though you’ve broken up, he still hasn’t given up on you. The only way to end this is to settle things between us once and for all.”
Summer’s mind raced with a shocking realization. “Did you hire those kidnappers?”
“Summer, the more you know, the sooner you’ll die. But don’t worry, you’re my enemy. I won’t let you die so easily.”
Chapter 137: The Trap
Meanwhile, at Larson Group Headquarters, Josh burst into Trevor’s office.
“Trevor, do you know that Peyton has been kidnapped?”