Chapter 853 The Blow Had Essentially Incapacitated Her
Jade listened to Darian, but she wasn't buying it right away. The whole thing seemed too crazy to be true. She knew Ava.
They'd even worked together a few times back in the day.
And now she remembered—Ava had called her just a few days ago, mentioning Brady would be visiting.
Jade had been so out of it from whatever they gave her after the kidnapping that she couldn't remember who he was.
But now, it was all coming back to her. She furrowed her brow, caught in a mix of fear and confusion. Why would Brady kidnap her?
"Darian, could this be some kind of mix-up? I know Ava, and we get along fine. Brady wouldn't have any reason to be against me," Jade said, her voice shaky with doubt. "I mean, I don't think he'd kidnap me, right?"
Jade's skepticism was clear, and Darian felt a twisted satisfaction, though he kept his face blank. "Ms. Hernandez, if I hadn't gotten the tip, who knows what might've happened to you by now? We don't know why he did it, but the fact is, he did."
As he spoke, Darian pulled up some surveillance footage on his phone, showing Brady and Eddy outside her house, and handed it to Jade.
She took the phone and watched, her expression growing more conflicted.
The footage clearly showed Brady at her doorstep, then entering her house, but the rest of the footage was missing.
Did he do this?
"Ms. Hernandez, he destroyed the rest of the footage. I couldn't get it back."
"Darian, I need to talk to Ava first." Jade put down the phone, determined to get to the bottom of this.
She had no enemies, so why would Brady want to kidnap her?
"Ms. Hernandez, even if you call, do you think they'll tell you the truth? They're family," Darian said, his eyes showing a hint of malice, his tone unintentionally harsh.
"I need to ask," Jade insisted, not one to be easily swayed.
She was feeling more clear-headed now after some rest. She just wanted to get some answers.
"Ms. Hernandez, do you think..." Darian started, but Jade cut him off, "Darian, I know you're looking out for me, but I don't want to drag you into this. Let me just ask her first."
"Oh, and my phone's missing. Darian, could I borrow yours to make a call?"
"Sure," Darian suppressed his dark thoughts and handed her his phone.
Jade took the phone and began dialing Ava's number, but before she could finish, Darian struck her on the forehead with an ashtray.
The blow was so sudden that Jade didn't even see it coming before she collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
Darian stood over her, holding the bloodied ashtray, showing no fear or respect. His heart felt consumed by darkness, his expression twisted.
"Sorry, Jade," he said coldly, calmly wiping the ashtray clean with a napkin to avoid leaving any traces.
He then soaked the ashtray in hydrogen peroxide.
After washing his hands, he returned to Jade's side, looked at her with a cold, unfeeling gaze, and carried her back to the basement, locking her in again.
He took out a pre-prepared letter accusing Brady, pressing Jade's hand to it for a fingerprint.
Everything was set.
He checked his watch, then left without a second thought, leaving Jade to her fate in the basement.
Jade was older, and the blow had essentially incapacitated her.
He was just waiting for her to waste away in the basement before making her accusation public.
At JK Fashion Design Company
Violet got to the office early and called the executive office to check on her dear Brady.
They assured her he was fine, so she focused on her design competition.
If Brady said he could handle it, she believed him.
She couldn't let her imagination run wild and risk causing him trouble.
But then again, this situation was connected to her.
She felt uneasy, her mind racing with worry.
Violet glanced at the clock; it was almost 10 AM.
She couldn't waste any more time and forced herself to concentrate on the design competition.
While working, Violet finally opened the email Eddy had sent about a prominent joint design company.
She read it carefully, her eyes narrowing. By the time she finished, Violet was deeply shocked.
This company wasn't really about design; it was about buying out all the design firms in the market.
Who was the mastermind behind this company? It was malicious competition.
Violet closed the email, lost in thought.
She had to pull herself together. She had to win this design competition.
She couldn't let this kind of malicious competition disrupt the market.
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