Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 421 A Stinging Sensation

Meanwhile, Selena was putting in overtime at the office. Just as she was about to head home, Mark walked in.

"Miss Fair, here are the resignation papers from a few of us; please take a look," he said, placing the documents on her desk.

Selena raised an eyebrow, surprised that this group was actually willing to initiate their departure. Her expression softened, "Rest assured, you'll get every penny of your severance."

Mark Green stood by Selena's side as she, seated, scrutinized the resignation papers. Her frown deepened; the paperwork was sloppy. She was about to speak when a pungent smell hit her, and her head began to spin.

As Mark cornered the janitor with a threat, a huge trash can was brought in. "Forget everything you've seen, or you're next!" he hissed.

at the bottom rung of the corporate ladder, was trembling with

can down to the underground parking lot. Someone will be

a call, arranging something sinister. The janitor's anxiety was palpable; she overheard something about an abandoned

Mark turned to the janitor, a woman who had silently worked at the company for two years. She was hardworking and quiet, and had kept his extramarital affairs secret after several accidental encounters. "If you stay quiet like you have before, I'll

wheeled to the parking garage, where a blue van was waiting, its license plate deliberately obscured. This area was under

shut. Mark didn't go with the

911. "I've witnessed a kidnapping. I need to report an abduction. The victim is being taken to an abandoned factory outside the city!" After the call, still uneasy, she bolted out the door, hailed a cab, and followed the

reached its destination, she was

guys have our location pinned. But we're wild cards, unafraid of death. Orphans, with no kin to mourn us. So take your pick, Mr. Montague: Does Olivia keep us company, or does

know the saying, 'having nothing to lose can make one more dangerous than having all the power in the world.' These desperados lived by that code. Intimidation was a fool's game to them. No families to threaten meant no leverage. They split into groups-Olivia taken by two, Selena by another pair. For Raymond, it had barely been five minutes since Olivia's frantic cry for help rang through his ear. Sure, his men could pinpoint the kidnappers' hideout, but even a chopper ride, soaring straight to a sniper's mark, would chew