Chapter 540 Come with Me
This was even worse for Timothy than killing him. His pride and hard work had played him for a fool from start to finish. "Why won't you compromise, even now?" he asked, frustration clear in his voice.
Zachary was barely hanging on. Talking felt like a Herculean task, and the lack of sleep had him teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown.
Dr. Wilson had mentioned that Zachary's mental state was ripe for hypnosis. Resisting would mean enduring a thousand times more pain, an agony so intense most people couldn't bear it, like someone hammering away at your brain non-stop.
So when Dr. Wilson told Timothy it was done, Timothy believed him. Even when Zachary showed obvious flaws later, Timothy convinced himself to trust Zachary.
"I was worried she would cry," Zachary said.
He wasn't sure if Winona would cry if she knew he didn't remember her, but the mere possibility scared him enough to not want to forget.
"You think moving Winona back to Regal Oaks means I can't get to her? Nicholas, she's not as obedient as you think. Disobedient kids need to be punished," Timothy said, pulling out his phone and opening an app. It was a map with a small red dot moving around. "That's what the orphanage teachers always told us. Now, Winona is a disobedient child, so she needs to be punished."
Zachary was staring at the screen, while Timothy's free hand reached behind him, holding a handkerchief. "Nicholas, I wouldn't do anything to you. In my heart, you are me. We are one. How could I harm another part of myself, the part I'm most proud of? But Winona is different. I..."
Zachary's face turned grim as he looked at the red dot on the screen, his mind racing. "What are you up to?" he asked.
Taking advantage of his distraction, Timothy quickly covered Zachary's mouth and nose with the handkerchief. A strong, pungent smell hit Zachary's senses. He immediately elbowed Timothy's chest and grabbed the wrist holding the handkerchief, trying to pull it away.
The movements happened in a flash, but the drug Timothy used was potent. Even though Zachary reacted quickly and held his breath, he still inhaled a significant amount.
Zachary's vision started to blur as waves of dizziness hit him. He shook his head, trying to stay upright. He gripped Timothy's wrist tightly, thinking he had a firm hold, but it was easy for Timothy to shake him off. "Don't touch her," Zachary murmured.
He didn't pass out immediately. He bit his tongue, the taste of blood filling his mouth. The pain helped him resist the drug's effects temporarily, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The more stubborn and unyielding Zachary was, the more excited Timothy became. Timothy's eyes gleamed. "Nicholas, you're still so tough. I used the best drug. The seller claimed just one whiff could knock out a bull."
Zachary couldn't speak anymore. He struggled to keep his eyes open, the whites of his eyes turning red from the effort.Feeling like he'd won, Timothy spoke with a mix of triumph and disappointment. "If you had just come with me willingly, I wouldn't have had to do this. I was ready to compromise for you, to let go of the Bailey family and high society life. But you kept opposing me, making me destroy the image I worked so hard to create in front of you.
You're so good to Winona because you're afraid she'll cry. You'd rather endure long, painful suffering than forget her like I wanted. Since that's the case, let's see how much you mean to her. Let's see if she's willing to risk her life for you."
Zachary was breathing heavily, looking like he wanted to tear Timothy apart, but he could barely stand without Timothy's support.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not as powerful as you think, able to kidnap someone in broad daylight," Timothy said, opening his phone's camera and aiming it at Zachary. "But I can make her come to me willingly. Whether it works depends on how good a bait you are."
"She won't come. Didn't you investigate my past? If she had feelings for me, she wouldn't have been so determined to divorce me. She was willing to take on a three-hundred-million-dollar debt to leave me. Do you think she'd knowingly walk into danger?" Zachary spoke slowly, using all his strength for each word.
Timothy wasn't angry. "We'll see if she comes," he said.
He took a few photos of Zachary's weakened face.
Zachary finally passed out.
Timothy put away his phone, carefully supporting Zachary and moving him to the couch. He sent the photos to Winona without a word, relishing the sight of others in fear and helplessness. Their despair and pain made him happy.
Timothy put away his phone and walked to the door, opening it for the two men standing outside. "Come in. Take him away. Be careful not to be seen."
The two men, well-trained, came in and poured a glass of alcohol on Zachary before lifting him from both sides. This way, if anyone saw them, they'd think Zachary was just drunk.
Timothy frowned as he watched Zachary being taken away, feeling something was off. Just before they reached the door, he realized. "Did you bring the electronic detector?" Timothy asked.
The men replied, "Yes, it's in the car."
Timothy said, "Put him down and get it."
He didn't believe Zachary would be defeated so easily. Zachary wasn't hypnotized; he would be on high alert. Timothy had prepared a syringe as a backup, but the handkerchief had worked.
After the men had left, Timothy searched Zachary, finding a small tracking device in his coat pocket.
Timothy played with the tiny device, looking at Zachary's stern profile. He said, "Nicholas, I knew you'd set a trap for me. Using yourself as bait? Too bad I found it. You hid it too carelessly."
The electronic detector was brought up quickly. Timothy found another device in Zachary's coat button. After scanning several times to ensure there were no more, he stood up. "Take him to the car," he said.
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