The Billionaire's Unexpected Proposal by Samantha

Chapter

172

Sandra paced back and forth in her room and glanced at her phone every few seconds. The silence was thick, and it was heavy on her nerves.

She had been waiting for over an hour now since Derek dropped her off. All she wanted was to hear that Evelyn had been captured. Her heart burned with hatred like never before for Evelyn, and she wanted the worst possible humiliation and death for her.

She clenched her fists, impatient, as she finally gave in to her frustration and dialed the number.

The line rang twice before the hitman answered, "Yes?"

Sandra's voice was tense, barely concealing her irritation. "Do you have any news?"

There was a pause on the other end before the man responded, his voice calm but cautious. "If I had, I would have called already.

As I told you the last time, she is still at the reunion. We're still waiting for her to leave. We will get her at the right moment."

Sandra's jaw tightened, and she fought the urge to snap. "I hope you do. I want to see Michael," she demanded. "Send me a video, or better yet, let's do a video call," she said, needing to focus on at least the part of her plan that was going well.

The hitman grunted, acknowledging her order. "Give me a minute." The line went quiet for a moment, and Sandra could hear faint shuffling sounds as he moved. She paced to her window, drumming her fingers against the sill, her eyes narrowing as she watched the night sky.

Finally, the call switched to video, and the image flickered to life on her screen. The video showed a dimly lit, musty-looking storage room in a warehouse. The camera tilted down, revealing Michael slumped in a chair. His wrists were tied to the armrests with thick rope, and his head hung low, chin to his chest. A piece of duct tape was plastered across his mouth, and for a moment, he looked unconscious, his body limp.

Sandra leaned closer to her phone, her eyes gleaming with a cold, cruel satisfaction. "Did you knock him out?" she asked, her voice low and almost amused.

The hitman nodded, shifting the camera slightly to give her a better view. "I did. Just enough to keep him quiet."

tilted her head, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "And make sure she is in worse shape than the fool is. Do whatever you want with her... just don't kill her until I arrive. I want her last sight to be my face. I want to be

a curt

phone onto the bed, feeling a twisted sense of anticipation, imagining the fear that would fill Evelyn's eyes when they finally

into something less conspicuous and picked up her car key. She was going to go back there and wait to see them abduct

from inside gradually faded behind her. She wrapped her arms around herself, glancing back at the warmly lit bakery. It had been a night

bag of leftover desserts. She slipped her arm through Evelyn's as they walked toward the parking

I'm going to become obese soon," she said as she took the bag from her, and Rayna

that won't happen. So, you're

him," she

squeezed her arm, pulling her into a warm embrace. "It's going to be fine,

back, drawing strength from her friend's confidence. "Yeah. I know that. Thank you,

me for," Rayna said as she stepped

scanning the nearby cars

car.

spotted a car that looked sort of

going back to the sea," Evelyn said, and Rayna looked away from the car to focus on

said as they got Evelyn's car, and

sure you are the one in there," Rayna said with a

Rayna said, relieved. She looked at Evelyn, giving her one last smile. "Call me

back onto the sidewalk, watching

car.

car pulled away,

return inside the bakery so she could lock up the place and go home. But as