Chapter 456 Rescue
The motorcycle tore through the city streets at breakneck speed. Anna clung tightly to the rider, her ears ringing with the sounds of gunfire and the roar of the engine.
Their pursuers were relentless, a helicopter hovering overhead. Just when it seemed like escape was impossible, the motorcycle crashed through a wall and into a hidden underground parking garage.
Several cars, already prepped, quickly swapped license plates and seamlessly merged into city traffic.
After the rescue, Anna was whisked away to a private jet by a highly trained special ops team.
The plane was waiting at a secluded private airstrip in the suburbs, surrounded by layers of security. The entire transfer process was smooth and efficient, showcasing precise operational skills.
Anna felt utterly drained, like she had just returned from the brink of hell. Her body still trembled with fear and tension.
The interior of the plane was understated yet luxurious, with leather seats and soft lighting, but there was an unmistakable air of danger. A middle-aged man in a black suit sat across from her, his gaze cold and piercing.
"Mr. Russell wants us to take you to Sunterra," the man said coolly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You'll be safe there. Absolutely."
Anna was bewildered, her voice trembling, "Why Sunterra? Why are we going there?"
The plane flew steadily through the clouds, carrying countless untold secrets.
A flight attendant moved through the cabin, handing Anna clean clothes and basic necessities. Upon closer inspection, she found a set of new identification documents and a passport, meticulously designed.
The man handed her a thick file with a calm voice, "This is your new identity background. Memorize every detail."
Anna took the file with trembling hands. The photo was hers, but the name, birthplace, and work history were completely unfamiliar. She realized that Michael had carefully prepared an entirely new, untraceable identity for her.
The plane flew smoothly over the ocean. The man took out a specially encrypted phone and began to report in a low voice, "The target has been safely transferred. Ready to initiate the next phase of the plan."
Although Anna couldn't hear the specifics of the conversation, she could sense the seriousness and tension behind the call. She didn't understand what Michael was planning or why he wouldn't meet her directly.
When the plane landed at a secluded private airstrip in Sunterra late at night, the surroundings were eerily quiet. A discreet black bulletproof car had been waiting for some time.
"From now on, you'll be living here temporarily," the man said coldly, his eyes unwavering. "Mr. Russell will ensure your safety. I hope you stay compliant and don't try anything clever that could jeopardize his plans."
Anna looked out at the unfamiliar cityscape, her emotions in turmoil. She had no idea what her future held, but one thing was certain: she had completely left her past behind.
The car drove into a heavily guarded estate, with electronic security systems glowing a ghostly blue. Anna was led into an elegant villa, where everything she needed had already been prepared.
"Get some rest," the man said.
The night was dark, shrouding the secretive estate. Anna stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the unfamiliar night sky, uncertain of where fate would lead her next. Her confusion and anticipation intertwined in the silent night.
Lakeside Haven, The Stuart Villa was quiet and solemn. The cold wind rustled, and leaves drifted slowly through the courtyard.
George had been keeping watch outside all night. His gaunt face looked especially pale from the long hours, his eyes sunken, and stubble beginning to show. Despite his physical exhaustion, his gaze was unwavering, like a predator waiting for its prey. He was certain that before Emma left Lakeside Haven, she would come to see Henry and Sophia one last time. That was her nature, her deep affection for her family always evident.
Sure enough, the next day, a familiar white car slowly drove into The Stuart Villa.
George recognized it immediately as Emma's car.
He had already strategically placed an obstacle on the driveway. A seemingly random large rock was positioned with precision.
As Emma's car approached, George activated the remote control. The large rock suddenly rolled in front of the car, causing Emma to instinctively brake. The wheels skidded, nearly veering off the road.
Just as Emma was recovering from the shock, a figure quickly approached. George, disguised as a helpful passerby, knocked on the window, "Miss, are you okay? Do you need help?"
Emma lowered the window, about to thank him. George seized the moment, swiftly opening the door and pulling her out before she could react.
Emma didn't have time to scream before she was forced into a waiting black SUV. The door closed instantly, the entire process smooth and unnoticed.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Emma struggled desperately, her slender body trembling in George's strong grip, but he held her firmly.
Though George's actions were forceful, every detail was careful. He was afraid of hurting Emma, treating her with utmost caution.
"Calm down," he said in a low, almost gentle voice. "I won't hurt you."
Inside the car, George gently held Emma's wrist. She could feel his grip was just right—strong enough to prevent escape, yet gentle enough not to leave any marks. It was a paradoxical and unsettling tenderness.
"Why?" Emma's voice trembled with despair and helplessness, "Why are you doing this to me?"
George's gaze was complex, yet he looked at her with unwavering determination, "Because I can't let you leave."
Emma knew she was at a complete disadvantage. George had planned meticulously, and the confined space of the car left her with no room to resist.
Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and helplessness. George had executed the cold-hearted kidnapping with the utmost gentleness.
Inside the car, Emma stared at George with fierce determination, her eyes burning with anger and defiance, "I order you to let me go immediately." Each word was firm, filled with resolute determination.
George remained expressionless. "Impossible."
"How dare you stop me? Who gave you the right to interfere in my life?" Emma's gaze was sharp, piercing straight at George.
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