Chapter 126 She Was Really Kidnapped
Outside the warehouse where Chloe was, two bodyguards in black approached and reported, "Mr. Getty, it’s done."
"Good."
“Now, just wait for the kidnappers to come out.”
Francis looked at the dilapidated door and felt a bit uneasy.
He picked up his phone and looked at the anonymous number that had just called. Then, he dialed Victor.
"Did you pick up Harper?"
"No, but I asked the janitor on site, who said he saw her take a cab."
For some reason, Francis felt a constant unease.
He rubbed his temples and said tiredly, "Go to the Moou Residence now and see if Harper has returned."
"Okay."
"And also, five minutes ago, an anonymous call came to my phone. Check the IP address."
Francis picked up his phone and called Harper, but it was turned off.
He thought for a moment and sent a message.
"It was my fault just now. Let me know when you are home."
Five minutes passed, and the message was still unread.
He dialed Harper's phone again, but it was still off.
Suddenly, a strong sense of unease gripped his heart.
He reassured himself that Harper must have gone back in a huff, or she had gone to find her friends.
Thinking of this, he called Robert, but before the call could go through, he heard a loud bang coming from ahead.
A black MPV crashed out.
The bodyguard in black stepped forward to inquire, "Sir, they ran away. Should we chase them?"
Francis' eyes turned sharp. "You go."
Then, he opened the car door, got out, and walked quickly towards the warehouse.
The warehouse door had been smashed, and there was only half left. Francis kicked the door open, raising a cloud of dust.
Chloe lay on the ground like a dead fish; her body was covered in whip marks, and her blood was still flowing out from her wrists.
Francis hurried forward, bit his teeth, tore off a corner of his shirt to bandage her wound, then scooped her into his arms and headed for the car.
Chloe curled up in his arms, who was burned with fever, and murmured, "Francis, you’re finally here."
Francis glanced down at her. "Yes, don't talk."
Chloe suddenly started crying, "Francis, I was so scared that I wouldn't see you again. It hurts so much. Am I dying?"
"Don't talk nonsense. You will be fine."
Chloe clutched Francis' collar and wanted a promise.
"Francis, I don’t want to go. I will be obedient. Could you not send me away?"
Francis looked at her swollen, unrecognizable face, and his cold, handsome face softened a bit, comforting her.
"Don't think about anything else."
Chloe's wounds were fresh and made her shiver in pain, and the drug reaction made her eyelids heavy.
She felt both hatred and the urge to cry, "Why?"
Francis still did not respond to her.
Chloe closed her eyes, hiding the resentment in her eyes, and then said, "Francis, could you give me your phone? I want to let my dad know I'm safe."
"Okay." Francis turned on the phone, helped her dial her dad's number, and placed it by Chloe's ear.
Chloe suddenly screamed madly and smashed the phone hard against the car window.
Francis tried to stop her, but it was too late; the screen shattered.
Chloe held her head, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't touch me. Don't beat me."
It was clear she was having a PTSD.
Francis restrained her and ordered the driver in a deep voice, "Drive faster."
In the hospital, the emergency doctor was ready and immediately took Chloe over.
Chloe tightly grasped Francis' hands, and her tears were streaming down. "Francis, I'm scared. Don't leave me."
Francis frowned tightly and followed her in.
Outside the operating room, Francis paced back and forth and was unable to calm down.
There were two passing nurses chatting.
"Why are there so many new patients today? There’s another injured woman sent in."
"Yes, her situation is worse. She is young and pregnant. And there’s so much blood. It’s hard to say she’ll be alive."
"I don’t know what happened to make her beaten up like that, but we should be careful about what we do and say that could invite us an enemy."
"Yes, it’s a pity for her that none of her family showed up, but a friend came."
"By the way, her friend looks familiar, kind of like that heiress from the nearly bankrupt family called..."
Francis' tall figure suddenly froze and turned to stare intently at the nurse.
The nurse took out her phone, scrolled for a while, and excitedly said, "I found it. I follow her on Instagram. She has tens of thousands of followers. She’s Molly."
Francis' eyes widened, and his heartbeat, breathing, and blood flow almost stopped instantly.
After a brief pause, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the nurse's arm in a panic, and his eyes were cold. "What's the name of the injured woman?"
The nurse felt a sharp pain in her arm, stunned for a moment and then frightened by the terrifying eyes of Francis.
Her voice was trembling. "Sir, please let me go."
Francis roared, "Tell me, what's the name of the injured woman?"
The nurse started crying, and the other nurse, scared, picked up the intercom and called, "Security, come up now."
At this moment, a man in a suit rushed over and stopped the nurse in time.
After he explained everything, the nurse left timidly.
Francis still stood there, but his trembling hands betrayed him.
He looked at Victor and asked slowly and stiffly, "Harper is at the Moou Residence, right?"
Victor couldn't speak, shaking his head.
"Then where did she go?" Francis asked cautiously, holding his breath.
Victor had never seen him like this before. He did not dare to look into Francis' eyes and said reluctantly, "She was kidnapped and was just rescued."
Instantly, the last fluke that Harper was fine was gone.
He staggered, supported himself against the wall to avoid falling, and felt his ears deaf. Nothing could come through his ears.
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