Chapter 513 Mr. Kingsley, It Is Emergency
Brandon was momentarily stunned by Bianca's outburst. Just as he was about to shout back, his ears perked up.
A man's voice suddenly cut through the line, dripping with menace. "Bianca, you better drive straight! No funny business, or I can't promise this bullet will stay in the chamber!"
Brandon's eyes widened in shock.
Bianca was being threatened!
He sprinted from the CEO's office to his own, flinging open his laptop. His fingers flew over the keyboard, connecting to Bianca's phone. Lines of code scrolled across the screen, red and green lines weaving through a dense web of the tracking system.
"Go ahead, shoot! You don't have the guts, do you? You want me to go to the port, right? Damn, you just want me to save your sorry ass. Who's at the port? Marc?" Bianca's voice was cold and disdainful, but Brandon's ears pricked up at the mention of Marc.
So, Marc was the one threatening Bianca?
Why would Marc threaten Bianca? What was their connection? Or was Bianca just a pawn in a bigger game?
Marc? Sebastian? Brooklyn? Susie?
Damn, it seemed like Marc had deep grudges with these people!
"Bianca, shut up. Talking won't do you any good," the man's voice grew even more sinister.
"Hah! Who do you think you are? You think a lousy handgun scares me? You've been Marc's lapdog for too long!"
A ping from the computer indicated that Brandon had pinpointed Bianca's location. His eyes narrowed. "Damn it! She's gone far!"
Brandon linked his computer to his phone, and the rapidly moving red dot appeared on his screen.
Grabbing his car keys, Brandon dashed out of the office and headed for the elevator.
Whether Marc was targeting Bianca or the Sebastian couple, this man was not to be underestimated. Damn, Marc was a real psycho.
The more Brandon thought about it, the more anxious he became. His black Mercedes shot into the traffic, weaving through the lanes with precision. With his Bluetooth earpiece in, he maneuvered the car, ignoring the honks and curses from other drivers. His only thought was that Bianca had to be safe.
"Bianca, you're playing with fire. Betraying Mr. Jordan is a death wish! You think Mr. Jordan actually cares about you? After he used you for a few nights, he..."
The man's voice abruptly cut off. Brandon glanced at the screen; the call had been disconnected.
Damn!
What did the man mean by that last sentence?
Brandon's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Bianca and Marc? How was that possible?
Bianca and Marc were from completely different worlds. How could they be connected? Damn!
But deep down, Brandon knew the man's words weren't just random.
Bianca gritted her teeth, gripping the steering wheel as she glanced at the gun pointed at her. Her smile was cold and defiant, "Say one more word, and we'll both go down together!"
"Hah! Bianca, I never thought you'd still be so stubborn after Mr. Jordan used you so many times! Let's see how tough you are when we get to the port!"
Bianca suddenly jerked the steering wheel towards the highway barrier.
"Screech!"
The tires screeched against the pavement, the car veering dangerously close to the barrier.
"Damn! Bitch!"
The man yanked Bianca's hair, pulling her head back. "You crazy bitch! You want to die?"
Bianca calmly straightened the car, her voice steady, "Yes, I want to die. I've never been afraid of death. But you? You're more scared than I am."
The man hesitated, his threats growing louder, "Speed up! Drive!"
Brandon's eyes were glued to the red dot, which was moving faster and faster. Was this woman insane, rushing towards her death?
Brandon's car was at its maximum speed, but catching up to Bianca was no easy task. He controlled the car with one hand and voice-dialed Sebastian's number.
Sebastian was in a meeting when he saw Brandon's number flash on the screen. He paused the meeting and said, "You guys carry on. I need to take this call."
Leaving the room full of puzzled executives, Sebastian stepped onto the balcony. "Mr. Hernandez."
"Sebastian, it's an emergency!"
Brandon's urgent voice came through, and Sebastian's brow furrowed. "Go on."
"Marc's men have Bianca. They're in her car, and they have a gun. The car is heading to the port at high speed. I'm trying to catch up, but I'm too far behind. I need your help."
"Give me the direction and route."
Sebastian calmly gathered all the information, then called over Dario, "The meeting is postponed. Everything will wait until I return."
Dario noticed the serious look on his boss's face. "Boss, is something wrong?"
Sebastian nodded. "Marc. Get the helicopter ready. I'm heading to the port."
"Yes, sir!"
Sebastian left the meeting room without looking back, his presence commanding silence. No one dared to object.
"Brandon, listen. They have a gun, maybe other weapons. You're alone. Don't engage directly. I'll meet you at the port."
Sebastian's voice was steady, betraying no hint of panic. He climbed into his car and sped towards the private airstrip.
Brandon gritted his teeth. "Sebastian, what's the deal between Marc and Bianca? Why did Marc kidnap her? Damn it, why don't I know anything?"
Sebastian's car raced on. "You don't need to know that now. Just remember, Bianca cannot fall into Marc's hands."
"I understand!" Brandon floored the gas pedal.
Bianca's car exited the highway, nearing the Rosemont border. Another fifty kilometers on the state road, and she'd reach the port.
Did Brandon react in time? He was usually reliable, but could he come through in a crisis?
Bianca's mind raced. Brandon was good with computers; he should be able to track her, right?
As the car reached the state road, Bianca took a deep breath. The gun at the back of her head kept her on edge.
"Bianca, you're smart. When we get there, I won't treat you badly."
"Spit!" Bianca's icy gaze fixed on the distant coastline. Her heart pounded with dread. Did Marc know she was working for Brooklyn? Did he know her true identity?
Bianca, Bianca.
Marc knew her real name. His henchman had been calling her by name the whole time!
It was over. Marc knew who she was! Marc, the madman!
The car slowed down. Bianca's hands tightened on the wheel, a wave of unease gripping her heart like a vice.
She reflexively closed her eyes, realizing her palms were sweaty.
"Drive! Keep going!"
The gun pressed closer to her head. Bianca clenched her jaw. If she drove to the port, she was as good as dead. No, it would be worse than death.
With that thought, Bianca suddenly swerved the car in a different direction.
A gunshot rang out, but it wasn't from behind her. It came from the front!
Marc's men were already there!
Another shot, and the front tire blew out. Shit!
"Bianca, did you think you could escape?"
A second tire was hit, and the car came to a halt by the roadside.
"Bitch, get out!"
A rough hand yanked her hair, dragging Bianca out of the car. Her high heels slipped off as she struggled. She looked up at her assailant, but before she could see his face, a fist struck her.
"Thud!" The punch landed on her face, and her vision went black. Blood filled her mouth with a metallic taste.
Blood trickled down her chin, staining her skin.
Bianca moved her tongue, tasting the blood. She lifted her head, smiling through the pain. "Hit me? Good, kill me! Shoot!"
"Bitch!" The bearded man lifted her by the hair, almost pulling her off the ground. "In a hurry? There's plenty of fun to be had. Dying now would be a waste."
"Take her away!"
Bianca hadn't expected to be intercepted by Marc's men. Her phone was in the car. How would Brandon find her?
Despair washed over her. She could smell death.
Brandon noticed the red dot had stopped moving, but the car hadn't reached the port.
"Sebastian, I think Bianca was taken. Her phone and car are on State Road 1408, about 28 miles from the port."
Sebastian's helicopter was already over the Rosemont coast. The rotors whirred as he scanned the coastline. "Marc must be planning to take her by sea. His boat must be nearby. Find Marc's boat, and we'll find her."
"Got it. I'm on my way!"
"Good."
Sebastian opened a compartment in the helicopter, pulling out a handgun. He expertly assembled it, loading the bullets with a "click." He tested the aim, squinting down the sight.
It had been a while since Sebastian had handled a gun himself.
The pilot watched Sebastian's swift movements, impressed. "Boss, that's the first time I've seen you load a gun. Impressive!"
Sebastian was nonchalant. "That's impressive?"
The pilot swallowed. "I think it is!"
Sebastian pointed to a spot on the map. "Land here."
He indicated a large ship with a helipad on the deck, his private yacht docked at the port.
"Yes, sir. Preparing to land."
The helicopter descended smoothly, landing on the yacht's deck.
Sebastian unbuckled his seatbelt and removed his helmet. "Wait here and be ready."
"Yes, sir."
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