Chapter 80

I stood before the camera again. “For Olivia’s sake, I urge Bella Windsor, Chole Windsor, or anyone in the Windsor family responsible for this abduction to release her immediately. If harm comes to her–no excuses. Green Group will withdraw all cooperation with Windsor Group and pursue legal and

financial consequences. This goes beyond rumor–it’s an open

act of hostage taking.”

The video was posted on all channels, Green Group social media,

my personal account, and with the sheriff’s office. Within

minutes, it spread. Netizens already blamed the Windsors;

investors reacted with unease. Banks shifted overnight.

I also sent direct messages to Windsor’s executive board. “This

ends with Olivia’s safe return. Anything else will cost you every

donation, loan, and partnership.”

Just then, I heard Mike’s voice shaking over the radio. “Sir!

We’re approaching…there’s the black SUV. Parked there in

front of us.”


I turned, voice low but steady. “What’s its position?”

Mike leaned forward, lips tight. “Front of neighborhood

entrance. Appeared around the same time Olivia’s car went in.

Chaptered

Stayed there.” He pointed out the tinted windshield of a Chevy

Malibu parked across the street.

My gaze narrowed.

“That’s the suspicious vehicle that drove into the gated

community where Olivia used to live. We can’t follow up on

that.”

Olivia’s POV

in my

flooded as I realized I


once built a home. But it felt

tomb.

bound with

sealed my ankles. Gagged.

floor, the potent smell of

I tried to call out, but only

lost shape. Seconds—or

rasp of heels

the doorway, silhouetted in

mercy in her gaze.

Her voice

to see

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clenched my jaw in

lighter’s flame flicking between

illuminating her features. “You know, I

when we were… together. Sleeping

lover.”

clicked the lighter repeatedly, the small orange

smell hit me, made me gag. On

towards her feet.

sound. “You want him

don’t you? And now you’re here. Ground

days for you

The flame caught a glint

eye.


a slow step closer, lighter wicked with intent. “He’s going to hate you even more once he finds out

a short stream

the lighter’s

thudded. But I

eyebrow. “What a shame,”

begging. Not pleading–just like

blame Ethan, call him cheater, then pretend

look

she straddled the

She ripped the duct tape from my mouth with a quick

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