Chapter 475 Violet Gets Kidnapped
Albert sat on the sofa, his normally straight posture now tense and rigid.
Across from him sat several experts, their expressions grave.
"Mr. Valdemar, we have the final forensic results regarding the scene," said one expert, his eyes unfathomable. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, as if silently confirming each detail. With a steady, firm voice, he continued: "We did everything possible, but unfortunately, due to the explosion and fire, almost everything was vaporized."
The pain and worry on Albert's face turned to despair.
His eyes were hollow, as if all light had been sucked away.
He gripped the armrest weakly, his fingers tense, the joints of his knuckles turning a pale blue-white. The sofa sank slightly beneath him as each word from the expert crashed into his heart like a sledgehammer.
"After our investigation, we found only minimal human tissue at the scene after the explosion," the expert described a cruel nightmare, each word carrying regret and sorrow: "We've confirmed it belongs to your wife, Yvette."
Albert's eye twitched. His gaze drifted briefly across the expert's face before settling on his own blanched hands. His voice was dry and hollow, "It's hers?"
He couldn't even bring himself to say "Yvette."
The expert looked at him, a flash of deep sympathy in his eyes.
He nodded gently and replied, "Yes, it's confirmed to be your wife Yvette's. I believe you understand, Mr. Valdemar, that despite finding only minimal tissue samples, it is definitely her."
Albert's shoulders collapsed instantly, his head bowing to hide his eyes.
Though he should have known in his heart, Albert simply couldn't face or accept this reality.
Yvette, after enduring such immense suffering, was now gone.
Just thinking about it made Albert's breathing increasingly labored, each inhalation a painful struggle.
The air around the sofa seemed stripped of oxygen, suffocating Albert.
Despair spread throughout the room like the shadows of night, leaving everyone feeling cold and helpless.
In this moment, Albert's world completely shattered.
Head bowed, Albert only felt the expert slowly rise and give his shoulder a comforting pat.
He didn't see the fleeting look of resignation in the experts' eyes.
Violet cautiously entered the factory, finding it completely empty.
Instinctively, she straightened her back. "Is anyone here?"
Furrowing her brow, Violet made her way to the break room at the back of the factory.
Seeing a security guard inside, she knocked on the door. "Hello!"
The guard, who had been playing on his phone, looked up and opened the door. "Hello, Miss. Who are you looking for?"
Violet replied, "You."
With Yvette's body missing, Violet felt uneasy and risked being caught by Albert to secretly visit the factory where the incident occurred.
Although the burned-out factory had no surveillance, a factory one kilometer down the road had cameras monitoring the street.
That was where she was now.
The guard looked surprised. "Me? What for?"
Violet pulled a card from her bag. "There's $100,000 in here. I want to buy your surveillance footage from the past few days."
The guard was even more surprised. "A hundred grand? Damn, I sold myself short!"
Violet froze. "What do you mean?"
"Someone came by this morning and I sold it for $80,000," the guard spat in frustration. "If I'd known to wait, I could've gone with the highest bidder!"
A sense of foreboding washed over Violet: "You're saying someone else already bought the footage?"
"Yeah."
Violet took a deep breath. "Do you have any backups? If so, my offer of $100,000 still stands."
"No, the buyer demanded all backups be deleted. There's nothing left."
At the spa center, Violet lay on a comfortable massage table.
Surrounded by soothing music and the faint scent of lavender, she couldn't relax at all.
She couldn't understand who had beaten her to the factory's surveillance footage.
If Albert had seen her and her people there, things could turn terrifying.
"Miss, do you like the essential oil?" the therapist asked softly. "You seem to have a lot of tension, so I added some oils to help calm your emotions."
"Mmm."
Violet took a deep breath, puzzling over Yvette's situation.
Why hadn't they found not only Yvette and Clifford's bodies at the scene, but not even any human tissue?
Could Yvette have somehow survived?
In such a massive explosion, even if she lived, wouldn't she be disfigured?
Perhaps she was so badly burned that she couldn't bear to show herself?
The calming effect of the oils was powerful, gradually lulling the perpetually tense Violet into sleep.
"Mr. Valdemar."
A respectful voice called out, and Albert looked up.
He wore a dark coat with a disheveled collar, appearing cold and detached, his gaze icy.
His presence was like the ocean depths on a winter night, absolute darkness concealing catastrophic storms beneath.
"Did you bring her?" Albert asked coldly.
"Yes," the henchman nodded. "She's inside."
"Good."
Albert's lips curled into a slight smile as he strode into the ruined factory.
The cold penetrated to the bone.
Violet felt the chill invading her very marrow, making her entire body ache.
She awoke gradually in this biting cold, confused by her surroundings.
The factory interior was unrecognizable—burned, deformed, collapsed—everything in sight charred and broken.
The air still carried the smell of burning and dust. Violet's head spun, and she nearly cried out in shock.
This... this was the dilapidated factory, the ruins after the explosion.
Violet slowly looked up to see Albert sitting in a newly placed chair. Dressed in cold colors, amidst the ruins, he resembled the Angel of Death.
The crisp sound of a lighter's wheel cut through the apocalyptic ruins, sending chills down the spine.
"Violet."
Albert's voice resonated from deep in his chest, methodical and unhurried, yet carrying an overwhelming presence.
The mere lift of his eyelids felt as cutting and merciless as death by a thousand cuts.
The way he said her name made it sound like Death itself was about to claim her.
Violet trembled uncontrollably, unsure if from cold or fear.
A rough pain spread across her body. Looking down, she saw that she was completely bound, unable to move.
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