Chapter 264 Yvette Was Kidnapped
The office door flew open, and Vincent burst in, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "Mr. Valdemar, Ms. Swift's gone to find Mrs. Valdemar."
Albert shot up from his chair.
That moaning sound earlier—it was Yvette.
She'd been kidnapped too.
Albert's eyes turned bloodshot, veins popping on his forehead as he fought to keep his rage in check.
His fingers shook as he gripped the phone, his chest heaving. He growled, "Address."
Vincent, standing nearby, saw Albert's whole body tense up, his eyes fierce and cold. He didn't dare move a muscle.
It wasn't until Albert hung up that Vincent found the courage to ask, "Mr. Valdemar, what happened?"
Albert's eyes were hidden under his long lashes, his cold expression showing a ruthless edge. "Yvette's been kidnapped."
"Why'd they take Mrs. Valdemar? Are they after you?" Vincent asked, his voice trembling.
"I don't know yet." Albert clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. His face was grim. "Call Austin. We need to find out who did this!"
The car smoothly merged into the flow of traffic, disappearing among the other vehicles.
The towel over her mouth and nose reeked of anesthetic. Yvette's medical instincts kicked in, and she held her breath, but she still inhaled some, making her feel groggy.
She didn't hear Violet's voice; she must've already been knocked out by the drugs.
Yvette pretended to be unconscious, lying in the car, but her senses were on high alert.
The car drove from the noisy, crowded streets to a bumpy, deserted area. It seemed they had left the city for the countryside, and Yvette's mood sank.
After what felt like forever, the car finally stopped. The door swung open, and Yvette was "woken up" and roughly shoved out of the car.
The cloth covering her eyes was yanked off, and the sudden brightness made Yvette squint.
Soon, they found themselves in a deserted factory, bound and forced onto the chilly, grimy floor.
The factory wasn't big. They were thrown into a corner, where the broken windows and leaky roof let in the wind, making Yvette's already messy hair even messier.
Yvette's bound hands and feet grew numb and cold, leaving her unable to struggle, only able to curl up to alleviate the discomfort.
After the kidnappers left, Yvette turned her head and saw Violet trying to suppress her panic, looking around.
Realizing Yvette was watching her, Violet's eyes flashed with anger. "Yvette, the Valdemar family is loaded. If you don't keep a low profile, you'll attract enemies. Aren't you putting me in danger?"
"I put you in danger? You were the one who wanted to meet me first." Yvette sneered, her tone mocking. "Being Albert's wife is this dangerous. If you're so scared, why do you still want to be his wife?"
Violet glared at Yvette but had no comeback, so she kept scanning the factory.
At that moment, the voices of Patrick and the others came from outside, seemingly on the phone.
"Yeah, we've got her. She has dealings with Micah. If she goes missing, Micah will definitely show up to find her."
Upon hearing this, Violet's body trembled. She had assumed they were after Yvette and that she was merely collateral. The realization that they were actually targeting her and Micah caught her off guard.
A sense of crisis swept over Violet. Despite her training to handle various emergencies, she still felt a bit panicked.
She instinctively looked at Yvette but quickly averted her gaze when their eyes met.
A day passed, and Yvette had only had a sip of water at the café. The thirst and hunger made her limbs weak.
In a daze, the factory's iron door was pushed open, chains clattering. The two, already sleeping uneasily against the wall, were instantly awakened.
Those masked kidnappers walked in.
Peter sauntered over to Violet, gave her a light slap on the cheek, and teased, "So, I hear Albert Valdemar's out looking for you too?"
Patrick sneered. "I knew Ms. Moore wouldn't have us snatch a woman for no reason. Let's grab Ms. Moore's cash first, then cash in again with Albert."
He dialed a number and put the call on speaker.
Albert's voice came through loud and clear. "Who are you?"
Violet and Yvette both tensed up. Before they could react, Patrick slapped Violet hard across the face.
"Talk to Albert!" Patrick barked.
The pain made Violet cry out, "Albert, save me."
Yvette bit her lip, but the pain in her wrists made her moan involuntarily.
Albert's response on the other end was heated, but Patrick spared them the details. He muted the speaker and stepped outside to continue the conversation.
It seemed he had reached some sort of agreement with Albert. Patrick returned with a smug look, squatting next to Violet and patting her face twice. "I heard you're Albert's ex-girlfriend? Is he trying to get back with you? As soon as he heard you crying, he said he'd come to save you. Too bad, the job's not done yet, so you can't leave. Now, where's Micah?"
Violet turned her head away, stubbornly saying, "I don't know. He's been missing for so long; I haven't been in contact with him."
"You don't want to talk?" Patrick's face darkened. He stood up and kicked Violet. "Fine, then stay here!"
Violet curled up in pain on the ground. Patrick gave her a cold look, waved his hand, and left with the other two.
The factory was now empty except for the two of them. The dirty environment occasionally echoed with the sound of wind rustling through the plants, creating a desolate atmosphere.
Yvette's eyes gradually cleared. She looked steadily at Violet and said, "So, they were after you, right?"
Violet turned her head slightly, her eyes flickering, but she didn't answer.
Yvette pressed her lips together and lowered her voice, speaking calmly, "Since I'm not important, I'll convince them to let me go. Once I find a way to escape, I'll come back with help to save you. Don't do anything rash."
Violet looked at her warily, seemingly not believing Yvette's words.
Yvette took a deep breath. "If you don't help me get out of here, we're both stuck with no way out, no contact with the outside world, and we're easy targets. Trust me, I will find someone to save you."
Proud Violet, now with disheveled hair, red marks on her face from being slapped, and blood at the corner of her mouth, looked very pitiful. She finally gritted her teeth and nodded. "Okay."
Yvette sighed in relief and called out, "Is anyone there?"
Patrick and the other two were discussing strategies at the door. Hearing Yvette's voice, they all walked in.
"What are you yelling for?"
Yvette curled up, her expression pained. "Since I'm worthless, can you let me go? I'm sick and need to take my medication regularly. I'm feeling really unwell and need to go to the hospital."
Yvette's sudden move annoyed the kidnappers.
"Shut up!" one of them said, raising his foot to kick her.
Yvette instinctively protected her stomach, her act of weakness immediately turning into a defensive posture.
Violet was shocked by her reaction.
What situation would make a woman protect her stomach?
Could Yvette be pregnant?
"Damn it, women are so annoying! So noisy!"
After a while, Patrick waved his hand. "Bad luck, we grabbed the wrong woman. Let her go. Bradley, blindfold her and dump her somewhere far and remote."
"Got it."
Bradley was about to put a cloth over Yvette's head when Violet suddenly went berserk, screaming in a panic.
"You can't let her go, you can't!"
Violet trembled all over. If Yvette got rescued and didn't bring help, she was doomed! Moreover, if Yvette was really pregnant, how could Albert ever divorce her and marry Violet?
Violet cried out, "Aren't you trying to get money from Albert? She's his wife. If you let her go, you'll definitely regret it!"
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