Chapter 340 Charlotte Exploits Randy to Target Patricia
In less than an hour, Charles had completed his task.
Patricia leaned eagerly towards the computer screen.
In the footage, Charlotte had left the restroom, and Randy, pouting, had decided not to wait and started to leave.
However, as he reached the corridor, suddenly a pair of hands reached out, clamping firmly over his mouth and nose, draggingand dragged him into an adjoining passageway.
The incident unfolded and was over in less than thirty seconds, with the. The figure vanishinged without a trace, their presence virtually unnoticed by anyone around.
Patricia's face drained of color in an instant, her entire being seemed to plungeinstantly as if she had plunged into an abyss.
"How is this possible? If the cameras didn't catch him, why go through the trouble of tampering with them?" she murmured, anxiety lacing her words.
Charles frowned,. "It's like they're playing us for fools!"."
Patricia looked at him, confusion clouding her eyes, her eyes filled with questions.
Charles couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he sensed that there was more to this than meets the eye.
Without another word, Patricia slumped back in her chair, her complexion ashen, as if all hope and light had been snuffed out, leavingengulfing her world engulfed in darkness.
Charles dropped his gaze, his face riddled with guilt,. "Mommy, I'm sorry I couldn't help you!. Randy... Randy's going to be okay, right?"
Not wanting to burden her son with worry, Patricia stroked his hair, comforting him with a semblance of reassurance,. "It'll be fine. Your daddy will find him. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take you back to school now."
NoddingCharles nodded silently, Charles took Patricia's hand as they made their way out together.
He knewknowing his mothermommy was worried sick about Randy;. hHe couldn't bear to add to her stress.
Hand in hand, the mother and son departed.
He took Patricia's hand as they made their way out together.
Only after the sound of the door closing did Martin step out fromof the room, his eyes wide with disbelief at the directionwhere they had gone, his face a mask of shock.
If... If he wasn'thadn't been mistaken, his son might have just solved the conundrum even Luke couldn't crack.
Luke said only 'C' was capable of such a feat.
So—
Could... could his son be 'C'?
This revelation sent Martin's composure into a tailspin.
His son... his son was actually 'C'.
He had entertained the thought before, but now faced with confirmation, it staggered him. After all, he had always imagined 'C' as, at the very least, a man of middle age or as young as Luke at the lowest. The idea that 'C' could be a five-year-old had never crossed his mind.
After all, he had always imagined 'C' as, at the very least, a man of middle age, or as young as Luke at worst.
The idea that 'C' could be a five-year-old was something that had never crossed his mind.
Now it all made sense why 'C' was always lending him a hand.
It was his son.
Ha! A chuckle rose within Martin, feeling a surge of indescribable glee amidst his astonishment. He quickly regained his composure, turned off the phone's surveillance feed, and slid the device back into his pocket as if nothing had transpired.
He stepped towards the door, about to cross the threshold when he, and halted abruptly.
Wait a second.
If he'sC was his son, then why would he deliberately breach the Langley Group's firewall and plant a virus in their company?
...
A whole day passed.
Randy was still nowhere to be found.
His disappearance had occurred in the most bustling district, where the sheer volume of people made the search incredibly time-consuming and laborious.
Martin didn't come home all night.
Worried about Randy, Patricia wanted to go search for him, but she couldn't leave her two little ones at home unattended at home. So, she asked Jade to take care of them while she went to scour the vicinity of Randy's abduction, hoping to piece together a clue or trace.
In the dead of night, the streets were deserted.
Only a few vehicles sped past on the road, breaking the silence.
Using the weak glow from the streetlights, Patricia combed through every nook and cranny that could possibly conceal a person.
The more she searched, the more hopeless she felt.
She had held back her tears all day, not wanting to worry Charles and Fannie.
But in that moment,, but she couldn't hold it in any longer, and; the tears overflowed.
She prayed silently in her heart, wishing for Randy's safety and for him to get through this ordeal unscathed.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, jarringly loud on the quiet night.
The ringtone was jarringly loud in the quiet night.
Patricia pulled out her phone. A strangeAn unknown number appeared on the screen, one that didn't look like a standard cell phone number—more like a telemarketer's.
Just as she was about to hang up, she remembered— it was the middle of the night. Why would a telemarketer call now?
Realizing something, her body began to tremble, and with shaky hands, she answered the call with shaky hands. "Hello...".
"It's me," came a"Hello..."
A smug voice came from the other end.
"It's me!"
Instantly, Patricia recognized the voice, and her grip tightened on the phone: .
"Charlotte—"
Charlotte didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point: "You've guessed that your son Randy is with me, haven't youright?"
Seeing no point in hiding the truth,"Where's Randy?" Patricia asked directly: "Where's Randy? . "Don't drag a child into adult conflicts, no matter what, he's. He's your own nephew."
Charlotte let out a "heh" and chuckled:. "Right, you're correct!. That's exactly why I came to you!"."
Patricia understood.
Charlotte's aim was never Randy.
From the beginning to the end, she was after but her.
Kidnapping Randy was bait to lure her into a trap.
"What do you really want?" she asked exasperatedly.
"Power off your cellphonecell phone and toss it into the trash can next to you. Cross the street and walk to the second utility pole. You'll find a new phone in the flower bed. Get that phone, and I'll contact you again," came the instructionsshe said.
Frustrated, Patricia pressed,. "What's with all the cloak and dagger? What are you really after? Just spit it out."
With an arch of her eyebrow and a mocking tone, Charlotte replied, "Do it, or you'll be identifyingfinding Randy's body tomorrow. Your choice."
After a pause, she added, "I'm watching your every move. Don't even think about messaging Martin, or else Randy dies immediately."
BGritting her back teeth in fury, Patricia wanted nothing more than to tear Charlotte to pieces and regretted, regretting not having been more cautious earlier.
Despite her seething angerNevertheless, she followed the orders: phone off, toss it into the trash, walk across the street, and on toonto the second pole.
Sure enough, there was a bag resting quietlyrested on the phone cradle beside the pole.
Inside the bag was a boxed phone.
As soon as Patricia opened the box, the phone rang.
She answeredpressed the answer button promptly and put it to her ear:. "Talk fast—what should I do now?"
"Do you see that white van nearby? Get in it!" was the reply.."
Looking up, Patricia spotted the white van parked at the curb.
Just as she and contemplated leaving a clue for Martin, .
Charlotte seemed to intuit her plan and warnedsaid, "Behave, or you'll deeply regret it."
Fearing for Randy's safety, she responded immediately, "I'm getting in now, just !" Patricia said quickly. "Just don't hurt Randy."
Charlotte ended the call with a satisfied curl of her lipssmugly.
As Patricia pocketed the phone box in the bag, she deliberately grazed her hand to write 'CLXX' on the flower bed with her blood, then boarded the van with the bag in tow.
The van sped off, soon disappearing down the road.
Meanwhile…
Since, since Patricia had left home, Charles, fearing for her safety, had been discreetly tracking her movements. But at King's Road, the phone signal suddenly cut off.
But at King's Road, the phone signal suddenly cut off.
Jade caught her breath with concern,. "What's going on? Why did the signal just drop? Is Momyour mommy in trouble?"
Charles' heart sank with a sense of foreboding. He forced himself to stay cool, his fingers dancing deftly over the keyboard as he worked to retrieve the lost signal. Soon enough, theThe beacon returned to the glow of the computer screen.
But, but their relief was short-lived.
Something was off. The small red dot representing Patricia's location had been stationary for far too long—more than fifteen minutes, without the slightest shift.
A frown carved itself across Charles' face, a sinking feeling in his gut telling him something had gone awry. Rising abruptly from his chair, he prepared for action.
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