Chapter 265 Yvette's Red Coat
"What? She's Albert's wife?" Patrick was floored.
"Yep, if you don't believe me, just ask Albert!" Violet's voice was firm.
Yvette gasped, staring at Violet in shock.
Seeing Yvette's reaction, Patrick's eyes lit up. He looked at Yvette with a knowing smirk. "Well, well, who knew we'd catch the biggest bargaining chip by accident!"
Yvette was both stunned and furious. She couldn't fathom why Violet would do something so damaging.
She wanted to deny it, but it was too late.
Patrick walked up to Yvette with a sinister grin, squatted down, and looked at her dirt-streaked face, sighing. "What a delightful surprise, truly delightful."
He turned and walked out of the factory, dialing Lisa's number.
He carefully avoided using names and said, "Guess what? We couldn't figure out who Micah's niece was, so we grabbed the woman with her. Guess who I caught?"
On the other end, Lisa's tone was cold. "Spit it out."
Patrick chuckled. "It's Albert's wife! Micah's niece spilled the beans herself! This will definitely squeeze a hefty sum out of Albert."
Lisa paused, gritting her teeth. "Are you kidding me? I just asked you to find Micah and stop Violet and Albert from digging further. Why did you kidnap Yvette?"
"Yvette? That's her name?" Patrick noted but acted indifferent. "Is she important?"
"She's a big deal in the Valdemar family, even with Cheryl," Lisa said, annoyed. " I ain't messing with Cheryl. Don't pull any dumb moves. Release her, okay?"
Patrick grinned, faking compliance but cooking up a plan.
He replied, "Alright, I'll drop her off somewhere remote. Don't be mad."
"Don't play me. If you sneak around, you can forget about getting paid!" Lisa warned.
"Alright, relax. When have I ever not listened to you?" Patrick reassured. "I'm not doing this for the money, you know that."
Lisa cursed him again and hung up.
Patrick put away his phone, lit a cigarette, and sneered. "Let her go? Do you think I'm an idiot? I was planning to get money for Micah's niece, but now I have a bigger bargaining chip. Who cares about her?"
Standing in front of the large window, Albert watched the setting sun, his body tense and never relaxing.
He crossed his arms, clutching his phone tightly in his left hand, while his right fingers tapped anxiously on his arm, tormented by anxiety and pain.
The tone of the previous call clearly indicated they hadn't realized Yvette was his wife and were using Violet as leverage.
He pretended to agree to exchange money for Violet, as long as he could find Yvette's location, nothing else mattered.
Just as he was thinking, his phone vibrated slightly, and Albert immediately picked it up.
Albert asked in a deep voice, "How is she?"
"She? Who are you asking about?" Patrick's sly laughter came through the phone.
Albert's heart sank, and a bad feeling spread instantly.
After laughing, Patrick cleared his throat. "Actually, I'm calling you again, not to rush you for the money. After all, the Valdemar family is loaded, you can gather the money quickly. Mainly, I want to raise the stakes."
"Raise the stakes?" Albert felt unprecedented fear. He gritted his teeth to force himself to stay calm. "What do you mean?"
"The old price was for your ex, man." Patrick chuckled. "But now, I'm asking for five times that to get your wife back."
Albert felt the entire room freeze. He could only hear his heavy breathing.
Yvette had been discovered.
Albert closed his eyes in despair, his previously calm expression finally changing. "If you dare to harm her, I guarantee you won't get a dime."
Patrick laughed heartily. "I just want the money. Call me when you have it ready. I'll be waiting."
The call ended, and Albert's face turned ghostly pale, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. He suddenly smashed his phone on the ground, making a loud noise.
Vincent, who had been trying to find a way outside, rushed in immediately upon hearing the commotion. "What happened?"
Albert propped his hands on the desk, his eyes and brows tinged with a thin layer of red, exuding a murderous aura.
His voice was hoarse, and he spoke word by word, "They found Yvette. Mobilize all connections immediately. Make sure to rescue Yvette unharmed!"
Vincent broke out in a cold sweat. "Got it!"
As night fell, Yvette was so hungry that her thoughts were muddled. Although her hands and feet were no longer bound, she still couldn't escape the dilapidated factory and could only curl up in despair in the corner.
Violet had been whisked away for reasons unknown, leaving Yvette by herself for what seemed like an eternity, from dawn till dusk, engulfed in despair.
The sound of the iron door opening echoed, and Patrick threw the sobbing Violet back beside Yvette.
Yvette was suddenly hit and opened her eyes, startled by Violet's current state.
She was covered in blood, beaten to the brink of death, her clothes barely covering her body, lying next to Yvette.
The once proud Violet now looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Yvette turned her head away in pity, but hearing Violet's painful groans, she couldn't help but take off her jacket and cover Violet's nearly exposed body, despite hating her own overflowing sympathy.
Yvette sighed in despair.
Would Albert come to save her and the child?
She prayed in her heart for him to come.
Peter got out of the car, took the hood from Bradley, and grumbled, "Why do you smoke so much? The hood reeks."
"Isn't it stressful doing this job? You'll understand when you guard them," Bradley said with a grin. "This is a big job."
Walking up to Patrick, he said, "I heard from Bradley that today is a big job?"
"Yes, indeed." Patrick flicked his cigarette butt away and said to Peter, "Albert brought the money, ten million dollars. Do you think this job is big?"
"So much money?" Peter was ecstatic, already calculating his share.
Patrick nodded. "Go, bring out his wife. There are two inside, make sure you don't get the wrong one. The wrong one isn't worth this much."
"Got it." Peter took a few steps and then turned back. "Which one is Albert's wife?"
Patrick thought for a moment and said, "The one in the red jacket."
The sky had turned pitch black, and the night brought with it fear and despair, suffocating Yvette so much that she could hardly catch her breath.
In the desolate night, the temperature plummeted, and the rundown factory echoed with the sound of howling winds. Yvette huddled up, trembling from the cold.
At this moment, the chubby Peter, wearing a hood, walked in.
Yvette's body tensed, holding her breath in nervousness. These unscrupulous kidnappers, in such a night, who knew what they would do to them.
She curled up, turning her head away, not daring to make a sound.
Peter's gaze swept over the two of them, and suddenly, he shook the black hood in his hand and yanked up Violet, who was wearing Yvette's red jacket.
Under the moonlight shining through the broken roof, Yvette saw Violet's face.
The cold moonlight illuminated the wounds on her face, making them look particularly red, just like her red jacket.
Violet cried out in fear, and in the darkness, Yvette trembled all over, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.
Peter sighed lightly and dragged Violet out. "Albert really loves you deeply, bringing ten million dollars so quickly to save you."
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