As they labored to coax the door ajar, Ariana was suddenly overcome by a gnawing sense of foreboding.

Just then, footsteps ominously approached from behind, and before Ariana and Tom could react, they were viciously struck on the back of their heads, plunging them into unconsciousness.

When they regained consciousness, they found themselves ensnared within the confines of a desolate warehouse, their hands and feet securely bound.

Ariana attempted to shift her hands, but the restraints held her captive. Drawing from her past ordeals with kidnapping, she remained composed. Scanning their surroundings, she spotted a towering man bearing a scar across his face, seated nearby, casually dining from a takeout box.

Ariana, with determination in her eyes, sat upright and wriggled her bound hands. She fixed her gaze on the man and calmly inquired, “Who ordered you to kidnap us?”

The man, his glare unwavering, replied menacingly between bites of his meal, “Behave yourselves. You’ll be set free when the time is right.”

Ariana, undaunted, pondered for a moment before asking, “By ‘when the time is right,’ do you mean in two days?”

as he retorted, “You’re

share of kidnappings, and this situation didn’t seem to be motivated by

pressed on, “Was it Carl Manny who sent you? The little prince from the

days away, and it seemed

man chuckled coldly, confirming her

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have sharp instincts. Indeed, it was Mr. Manny who sent me.” With an air of superiority, he continued, “You, a woman striving in this industry with a small company and no influential connections, should have

our

gestured toward Tom, saying, “This kid has

the mention of her beloved Melon, Ariana’s face darkened, and her anger boiled over. She snapped, “If

chimed in, “What’s Carl’s issue? If he has a problem, he should confront me directly!

man’s tone shifted,

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