Chapter 59
<Chapter>Chapter Fifty-Nine: Deep in Thought </Chapter>
Felix's voice was icy, tinged with anger.
"On my way back to Grand View. What’s up?"
"We'll talk when you get here!"
When the call ended abruptly, Gianna couldn't help but frown.
Thirty minutes later, as Gianna entered the villa, Felix's voice, cold as ancient ice, echoed through the living room.
"Gianna, you’re really getting bolder! I let it slide when you dined with another man, but now a blind date! Do you think I'm dead?!"
Indifferently, Gianna changed her shoes and sat down opposite Felix.
"How did you find out? Having someone tail me again?"
Felix scoffed mockingly. "Do I need to? You've been parading around, practically begging for attention. You've disgraced the Clinton name!"
"That’s rich coming from you. You’ve crossed the line with Bella way too many times!"
"Don't mix up things with Belle. Don’t let me hear any slander against her from you again!"
Gianna chuckled, "If you’ve done it, why fear the talk?"
He stared at her with scorn and barely contained fury. "What about you? You're married but blind-dating other men. Can’t live without the attention of men, can you?!"
A shade paler, Gianna stood up and faced him coldly.
"Yes, I can't live without men, but even so, I don't want to continue this charade of a marriage. I can't stand men tainted by other women. They disgust me!"
With that, Gianna turned and promptly left.
Felix's voice sounded angry from behind her. "Gianna, don’t you walk away from me!"
Ignoring him, she hurried to the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Felix's eyes glared coldly at the closed door, burning with anger.
Then, out of the blue, his cell phone rang.
"Felix, has Gianna not headed back?"
"What's up?"
"My secretary just found out... the Wentworths have set up a blind date for Dominic with Faith, but she had a last-minute issue, so Gianna went to meet Dominic to clarify things."
Mitchell felt tentative, receiving no response from Felix.
"Felix... why aren't you saying something?"
Felix's tone was chilling, deliberate with every word, "Don't call me again unless you're sure about something!"
He hung up abruptly, his mind replaying the harsh words he'd spoken to Gianna, a pang of guilt and pain stirring within.
It wasn't until dinner time that Gianna emerged from the bedroom.
She carried a bag out of the room and walked to Foyer Avenue to change her shoes.
"Where are you off to?"
After slipping on her shoes, Gianna looked up at Felix, her expression indifferent.
"Mr. Clinton, it appears we are not well-suited to living together. I've decided to return to my villa in North Town. If you need something, have Sophia call me."
Felix's throat felt dry, and he spoke hoarsely. "Do you really dislike me that much?"
"The things you've done make it hard not to."
With that, Gianna turned and walked away.
After she had gone, Felix slowly placed his bowl down. In a burst of anger, he swept all the dishes from the table to the floor, his eyes turning cold once more.
Back at her North Town villa, Gianna had planned to whip up some quick pasta but realized there was nothing in the fridge but water.
She grabbed her car keys and headed straight to the supermarket, stocking up for the week, then grabbed dinner at a nearby restaurant before heading home.
Just as she stepped out of the eatery, she was bumped into by a reckless teenager, sending Gianna's shopping bag tumbling to the ground, its contents spilling out.
The girl, around eighteen or nineteen, immediately knelt to pick up the scattered items while uttering hasty apologies.
"Sorry, sister, it was totally my fault!"
Gianna, her expression neutral, collected her things and then faced the apologetic young woman, “Be careful next time; don't run so fast. You could hurt yourself.”
The girl looked down guiltily, nodding, "Yeah, I will."
With no further words, Gianna made her way toward the underground parking.
As soon as she left the lot, Gianna noticed a car trailing behind her, persistently following her every turn.
A chill flashed in her eyes as she quickly called Felix's.
"Mr. Clinton, call off your goons now, or I'm calling the cops!"
There was a brief silence on the line before Felix's calm voice replied, "I haven't sent anyone after you. Where are you now?"
Gianna's eyes widened with surprise, and she abruptly hung up.
If it wasn't Felix's people tailing her, could it be the Scorpions?
With that thought, she floored the gas pedal, and her red Lamborghini tore towards the outskirts of the city.
However, it wasn't long before Gianna started feeling dizzy, her body gradually growing weak.
Had someone drugged her?!
When did it happen?
Suddenly, she remembered the girl who had bumped into her at the restaurant entrance.
Her eyes hardened as she barely managed to grab her phone and call Faith, "Call the police!"
After those four dire words, Gianna's strength failed her completely; her phone slipped from her limp fingers, and the car veered uncontrollably toward the roadside.
Back at the villa, Felix heard a loud crash through the phone, his expression darkening with each passing moment. He quickly dialed Sophia, his voice turning as cold as ice. "Track Gianna's phone! Find out where she is!"
...
When Gianna regained consciousness, every inch of her body throbbed with pain. Looking down, she noticed she was bound to a shaky chair, her body covered in wounds of different sizes, some already scabbed over.
Looking around, she found herself in an abandoned warehouse.
The warehouse featured a few small windows and a single door, about fifteen meters away from her.
She tried to untangle the ropes, but any movement left her feeling powerless; without the chair for support, she would certainly collapse.
As Gianna pondered who could have kidnapped her, the warehouse door creaked open, and two figures stepped inside.
Seeing it was Aidan and Wayne, she seethed with anger.
"Aidan, it's you!"
Aidan chuckled scornfully. "Yes, it's me, Gianna. If you hadn't been crushing me at the company, blocking my way, forcing me out, it never would have come to this!"
"Enough chit-chat. Bring the contract for her to sign," snapped Wayne.
Gianna's expression turned cold. "What contract?!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
One of Wayne's men approached with a contract in hand. Gianna took one look and recognized it as the one Aidan had offered her days before.
"Untie Gianna," ordered Wayne.
Aidan's eyes flickered with concern. "Wayne, what if she bolts the moment we untie her?"
Wayne exuded confidence. "Relax. The drug is in her system for twenty-four hours. She's too weak to escape right now. Plus, with hundreds of our guys outside, do you think we’d let one woman slip away?"
Last time, at the restaurant, he'd been caught off-guard, which is why Gianna had managed to beat him so badly.
But this time, drugged and facing hundreds of his men, Gianna wouldn't stand a chance, even if she had wings.
"Fine," Aidan conceded.
After his men released Gianna from her restraints, Wayne looked at her with a triumphant smirk. "Gianna, sign the contract, and I might just spare your life."
