Chapter 470 The Person Albert Saved with Thirty Million Dollars is Yvette
Yvette lay curled on the floor, unconscious. By the time she came to, night had fallen.
Her head spun and her body felt leaden. When she tried to sit up, she discovered her limbs bound tightly with coarse rope against the cold concrete floor.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she gradually made out her surroundings—an abandoned factory with dry, decaying windows that rattled in the bitter wind, creating an eerie creaking sound that sent chills down her spine.
This place... it was almost identical to where she and Violet had been kidnapped years ago.
The memories crashed over her like a tidal wave. Yvette trembled violently, her chest constricted as if crushed by an invisible weight, making it difficult to breathe.
She struggled desperately against her restraints, but to no avail. Her cries for help echoed back to her, unanswered. Tears streamed down her face as despair and helplessness overwhelmed her.
The worst part was the panic and shadows from her past now consuming her. Deep-seated fears resurfaced, gnawing mercilessly at her heart.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the corner. Yvette turned to see Clifford slowly regaining consciousness.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse and raspy.
In the alley earlier, Clifford had managed to fight off two attackers before succumbing to the sedative. They'd sprayed him multiple times with a higher dose, which explained why he'd awakened later than Yvette.
He cursed himself for failing to protect her.
Clifford looked at Yvette with concern. In the darkness, only their eyes were visible, meeting in the cold moonlight.
Yvette breathed rapidly, shaking her head frantically, unable to form words.
She wasn't okay. She was far from okay.
Suddenly, footsteps and the sound of a lock turning came from outside.
Yvette's body tensed, fear gripping her heart like a vise.
The door swung open, and a man sauntered in carrying an old oil lamp. The yellowish light swayed from his hand, casting the surrounding area in a warm glow.
He approached Yvette, illuminating her face, which had turned as white as snow. Her eyes, reflecting sheer terror, seemed pained by the harsh light. Unable to shield herself due to her restraints, she instinctively closed her eyes.
The lamp cast deep shadows across Yvette's face, distorting her features. As the man drew closer, his shadow stretched longer across her body. His gaze was fierce and cunning as he watched Yvette trembling in the lamplight like a leaf in the wind.
The fear of captors had been deeply etched into Yvette's psyche.
"Hey!" the man called out, his voice shrill and ghostlike, frightening Yvette even more.
She slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to adjust to the light, her gaze filled with terror and helplessness.
"Stay away from her!" Clifford shouted angrily.
The man turned to Clifford with a cold sneer, his eyes full of contempt. "If you're so tough, why don't you stand up and protect her? You think you can intimidate me now?"
He crouched in front of Yvette and handed her a phone.
"What are you doing?" Yvette asked, confused.
The man smiled maliciously. "The person who paid us to bring you here wants to talk to you."
Yvette took a deep breath and said shakily, "How can I take the phone when I'm tied up?"
"Don't try to play games." The man tapped the screen a few times, activating the speakerphone, and placed it in front of Yvette. "Go ahead, say whatever you want, but if you don't..."
"If I don't, what?"
The man walked away laughing, leaving behind a bone-chilling response.
After a few rings, the call connected. As expected, it was Violet's voice: "Yvette."
"Violet!" Yvette's body shook violently, hearing the triumph in her voice. "What do you want? Don't think using me will help you get Albert."
"Albert? I don't care about having him anymore. After what he did to me, I just want him to suffer. And the greatest punishment for him is to lose you."
As Violet finished speaking, the man returned with several others. They carried various flammable materials, gradually filling the empty factory.
Were they planning to...?
Overwhelming fear enveloped Yvette as she suddenly understood the purpose of the oil lamp that had illuminated her face earlier.
The night wind gusted through the broken windows, causing the flames in their lamps to flicker. The entire dilapidated factory seemed to warp and distort with them.
Thinking of her two children, Yvette pleaded desperately, "Violet, please calm down! BoBo and CiCi are his children, and I'm pregnant with his child again. Have you thought about what he'll do to you if he finds out you killed me?"
"If I've decided to do this, I'm not afraid of the consequences," Violet replied coldly. After a pause, she suddenly broke into a fit of giggles. "Oh, Yvette, since you're about to die anyway, shall I tell you one truth?"
Watching the space gradually fill with combustible materials, Yvette wept uncontrollably.
She didn't want to die. She wanted to see her two children again, wanted her unborn baby to safely enter this world.
Yvette could only play along to buy time. "What? What do you want to tell me? Make them stop first, and I'll listen."
"Don't worry, it's very brief. You'll hear it all before the fire starts and claims your life," Violet said with a wicked laugh, enunciating each word, "You never knew this, but all these years you've hated Albert for nothing. When we were kidnapped back then, he was willing to pay thirty million dollars to save you, not me."
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