Back in the conference room at Thompson Group, Shane was in the middle of a meeting when Silas entered the room. He walked towards Shane and bent down, speaking softly, “Mr. Shane, you have a call from Ms. Smith.”

“What's the matter?” Shane called for a pause in the meeting as he turned his attention to Silas.

Silas shook his head, replying, “I don't know. I haven't picked up.”

“Here, give it to me.” Shane took the phone from Silas.

Shane announced that the meeting would be postponed before he stepped out of the conference room to answer the call.

He placed the phone at his ear as he answered the call. “Hey, what's up?”

Natalie's voice drifted through the phone, but she appeared to be asking someone a question instead of talking to him. “Who sent you here? What are you trying to do?”

Her fear was evident in her tone; Shane could tell she was in trouble as his grip tightened on the phone. His expression had turned murderous and cold.

Now he realized that she was calling for help. Biting back his tongue, he suppressed his anger and concern as he listened quietly to the situation.

As long as I know where she is, I can go and save her.

Natalie didn't know if anyone had answered her call. She watched the thugs cautiously, her shoulders taut with tension.

smiled at her sinisterly. “What are we doing? Of course, we're here to stop you from going

from going to court?” Natalie's eyes

to blink in surprise when they heard Harrison's name, though they collected themselves quickly. “Congratulations! Didn't expect you to get it right on your first guess. In that case, there's no point in hiding it from you. You're right; he sent us

stepped forward, making a grabbing motion

her hands

at this moment that the thugs

for help! Quick, grab her phone!” yelled one

phone, Shane realized Natalie's call had been discovered, and his heart sank. In a last-ditch attempt to discover her whereabouts, he

Natalie's eyes began

her hands. As she looked on in alarm, one of the thugs hurled her phone to

as she shouted, rushing forward to

who threw her phone on the ground stepped on it.

Natalie as he barked ferociously, “You b*tch! How dare you call for help?

immediately began to swell, while her head was

her mouth and nose and tied up

a dark expression on his face. Silas was struggling

huffed as he

fists were clenched so tightly that the veins in his arms bulged. Working hard to keep

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