Chapter 362 How Desperate Was She?
The two girls glanced at the man, and with a quick gesture, they led Mary down a side path. At the end of the path was a van. Once Mary got in, there'd be no way out.
Mary didn't put up a fight the whole way, her heart sinking into despair, tears streaming down her face. It wasn't until she saw the van that her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Suddenly, she grabbed the arms of the two girls with all her might. They screamed and instinctively let go of Mary. Deep scratches appeared on their arms where Mary had grabbed them.
Seizing the moment, Mary turned and bolted. She had to run. She couldn't give up. Behind her, the man cursed. Mary running away made him angrier than anyone else. Fear and the will to survive gave Mary immense strength, and for a moment, they couldn't catch up to her. She gritted her teeth, feeling pain in her chest from the effort.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, making Mary's face turn even paler. She was afraid they had more accomplices. But soon, she recognized the person. It was Sam.
Sam quickly rushed to her side, taking down the few people chasing her with ease. Then he looked at Mary. "Mrs. Montagu, are you okay?" His face was full of worry and guilt. He was late. If he had found Mary sooner, this wouldn't have happened.
Seeing the people knocked down, Mary trembled and said, "Call the cops. They're human traffickers." Hearing this, Sam's face darkened further, and he took out his phone to call the police.
Mary suddenly relaxed, collapsing to the ground. She stared blankly ahead, tears streaming down her face again. But soon, she wiped them away. The cops arrived quickly, and Mary went with them to give a statement. When she came out, she saw Sam standing not far away.
He said, "Mrs. Montagu, I've informed Mr. Montagu. He'll be here soon."
Mary showed no emotion and said directly, "I want to go home."
Sam frowned. "Maybe you should wait a bit."
Mary ignored him, walked to the roadside, and hailed a cab. A taxi soon stopped in front of her, and she got in, giving the name of her neighborhood.
Sam stood by the roadside, watching, and dialed Matthew's number again. "Mr. Montagu, Mrs. Montagu went home."
Matthew said nothing and hung up. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, his face a mix of coldness and anxiety. He couldn't believe Mary had gone through such an ordeal. How desperate must she have been?
Matthew's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.
The car finally stopped in front of Shirley's building. He quickly went upstairs and knocked on the door. But there was no response. Unwilling to give up, Matthew kept knocking, soon drawing complaints from the neighbors.
"What's with the banging? People are trying to sleep!" A neighbor opened the door, yelled at him, and then slammed it shut.
Matthew's face darkened. He had never been treated like this. But today, he had to see Mary. He took out his phone and made a call. Soon, a locksmith arrived and started working on the door lock.
