Chapter 494 Only One Can Live
Bryan's heart jolted. As he listened to Cecily's words, it felt like his throat was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Steven laughed loudly, the sound echoing and particularly grating. "Enough, stop wasting time. If you don't leave now, neither of you will be leaving."
"Dad, let's go quickly." Freya wanted to persuade Bryan to leave, but Bryan's feet wouldn't budge.
He knew that the longer he delayed here, the less danger Cecily would be in. By his calculations, the people Vivienne sent to rescue Cecily should be arriving soon.
But Josep wouldn't give Bryan any more chances. Several motorcycles sped towards them, and the riders stared at Steven, saying, "Stop dawdling, they're here. The boss said to leave immediately once the target is captured. Don't waste time with them."
"Got it." Steven reached out and forcefully grabbed Cecily's arm, his malicious eyes fixed on her. Yet, Cecily didn't show any fear. Few people could remain so calm in such a situation, which piqued his curiosity. "Aren't you afraid?"
Cecily could guess who they were and their purpose. "Is it any use being afraid?? Or if I'm scared, will you let me go?"
Steven chuckled, finding Cecily somewhat intriguing.
Cecily looked at Steven and said, "If you think you can use me to threaten Darian, you're mistaken. He has amnesia and doesn't care about me. The one you let go, Freya, is his fiancée."
Steven laughed, "Is that so? We'll find out soon enough."
Cecily's suspicions were confirmed—they were Josep's men. Her abduction was merely a test to gauge whether Darian's memory loss was real.
Josep was a ruthless and paranoid individual, and whether Darian was truly amnesiac was crucial to him. Hence, the repeated tests.
Cecily furrowed her brow, her mind racing. Relying on others for rescue wasn't enough; she had to find a way to save herself.
However, with at least a dozen armed kidnappers surrounding her, a direct confrontation was out of the question.
Her expression grew gloomier as someone stepped forward, brandishing a rope to bind her hands.
Steven chuckled, his tone dripping with disdain. "A woman as weak as her? I could crush her with one hand. Is it really necessary to tie her up?"
Another kidnapper said, "The boss said she's smarter than the last one."
Steven said no more.
"Get in the car." With a cold gun barrel pressed against her lower back, Cecily had no choice but to get in the car. "Hurry up, stop dawdling."
Wet and heavy, feeling unwell and exhausted, Cecily couldn't walk fast. The impatient kidnapper behind her gave her a hard shove.
Caught off guard, Cecily stumbled forward, her mind blank for a moment. She quickly braced herself against the car to avoid falling.
Cecily frowned, her cold gaze piercing the kidnapper's eyes.
The kidnapper snarled, "What are you looking at?"
A gunshot rang out, slicing through the air and hitting the kidnapper's raised arm.
The kidnapper let out a sharp cry of pain, and everyone tensed up instantly.
Another gunshot followed, killing the kidnapper.
Panic ensued, with gunfire coming from an unknown direction, causing them to scatter like headless chickens.
Steven, who had just gotten into the car, immediately sensed something was wrong. He yanked Cecily in front of him and shouted, "What are you panicking for? Stay calm."
Steven squinted at the rapidly approaching car and quickly instructed the nearby kidnappers, "They're here. Inform the boss immediately."
"Yes." The subordinate quickly relayed the situation to Josep via walkie-talkie.
Cecily recognized the approaching car as one belonging to the Fitzgerald family.
She thought, 'The Fitzgerald family?
'Has Darian come?
'Does he know Freya is kidnapped and come to rescue her?'
Cecily trembled slightly as she looked at the first black car, feeling as if she was making eye contact with Darian through the window.
Even though she didn't know if the people in the car were here to save her or Freya, Cecily felt inexplicably reassured at that moment.
The car stopped quickly, and the well-trained men inside got out. Larkin held an umbrella and quickly opened the door, allowing Darian to step out.
Darian's handsome face was half obscured by shadows. From a distance, his expression was unreadable.
With a commanding presence, he approached steadily. His eyes barely lingered on Cecily before shifting to Steven, who stood behind her with a gun aimed at her.
Darian jolted almost imperceptibly, and his voice rang out through the rain, "You kidnapped my fiancée. Where is she?"
Because of these words, Cecily's heart sank.
So Darian had come to rescue Freya.
The rain seemed to fall harder, hitting her body painfully. Any remaining hope Cecily had was completely dashed.
Though she had been prepared, it still hurt deeply.
Cecily lowered her eyes and let out a sarcastic laugh, "See? The one they care about is Freya, not me."
Steven chuckled. "You really are pitiful."
Cecily nodded.
Even the ruthless kidnappers thought she was pitiful.
The metallic scent of blood on the ground grew stronger, mingling with the rain and mud. Cecily felt a wave of nausea rise up. She fought to keep it down, struggling against the urge to vomit. As she held it back, tears unconsciously pricked at the corners of her eyes.
Fortunately, the tears mixed with the rain, making it hard for anyone to notice.
Darian watched Cecily's pain, his hand tightening at his side.
On the other side, Josep asked Percy, "He really only cares about Freya?"
"Yes, the people there said Darian didn't even look at Cecily. He doesn't care at all." Percy said.
"Is that so? If he doesn't care even in this situation, it seems he really has amnesia." Josep smirked.
"Don't be hasty. It's not over yet. Don't jump to conclusions." Percy lightly tapped the leather sofa armrest with his left hand. "Bring Freya back. Only one can live. Let's see who he chooses."
"You are so savvy." Josep waved his hand, and Mark immediately gave the order.
Freya, who had been put in the car by Bryan and was about to leave, saw Darian arrive. Hearing that Darian had come to rescue her, she was so excited that tears welled up in her eyes. She ran out of the car, happy and boastful. "Darian, I'm here."
"Freya, come back!" Bryan frowned deeply.
Seeing Darian look her way, Freya was overjoyed and glanced triumphantly at Cecily, who was still in the kidnappers' hands.
She thought, 'Cecily really is pitiful; no one has come to save her.
'But I not only have Bryan exchanged Cecily for me, but Darian has also gone to great lengths to rescue me. Everyone cares about me.'
Freya's heart swelled with satisfaction.
Watching Cecily endure such a miserable fate, unable to be rescued, Freya could hardly suppress a laugh—if the situation had allowed it, she might have burst out.
She would let Cecily fend for herself here.
Eagerly, she ran toward Darian, but instead of embracing her, a strong hand grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back.
Caught off guard, Freya fell hard, landing awkwardly. When she finally got her bearings, she found herself back in the kidnappers' grasp. Panic flashed across her face as she protested, "What right do you have to grab me again?"
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