CHAPTER 5
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Meanwhile, as the black jeep screeched away, there was a nearby parked car.
Inside it, a man sat with his gaze fixed on the jeep.
His brow furrowed as he watched how Cathy was dragged into the vehicle and driven away.
The man was Robert Claire, Dennis's private investigator.
Dennis had given him Cathy's picture—the woman he'd encountered at Jean Lloyd's birthday party, and tasked him with gathering information about her.
Robert had been tracking Cathy for days and had finally traced her residence.
But now, seeing her forcibly taken by strange men, he sensed danger.
Without delay, he grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Dennis's number.
“Sir, I found out a problem,” he said.
“Miss Cathy Gray, the woman you met at Grill’s Hotel during Jean Lloyd’s birthday party has been kidn*pped. They took her in a black jeep with no license plates. I’m following them now.”
Dennis’s voice hardened on the other end.
“Don’t lose them. Let me know where she's been taken to.”
Immediately, Robert started his car and began to trail the jeep, keeping a safe distance as it weaved through quiet streets toward the outskirts of the city.
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The jeep finally stopped in front of a tall, dilapidated building that stood alone in a desolate area.
The windows were boarded up, and the structure reeked of abandonment.
Robert parked a short distance away, watching as Cathy was dragged from the vehicle by two men and forced inside.
Cathy’s heart pounded as she was hauled into the building.
The air inside was suffocating, heavy with the stench of smoke and blood!
Muffled cries and shouts echoed from deep within the structure.
The men shoved her into a large room upstairs where several men sat on a long bench, their hardened faces illuminated by a single dim lightbulb.
The atmosphere was thick with menace, and Cathy felt a chill run down her spine.
One of the men stepped aside and pulled out his phone.
He quickly dialed Henry Smith's number, his voice low but sharp as he spoke.
"She's with us now," he said, his words dripping with anticipation.
"You can come over and carry out your plans."
On the other end of the line, Henry's voice was calm but firm, with a clear undertone of authority.
"I’m in the middle of an important contract deal at my company," he replied.
"I won’t be able to make it for another hour, but keep her secure until I arrive."
There was a brief pause before he added, "Do not let anyone touch her. I’ll handle things when I get there."
The man nodded, though Henry couldn’t see him, and as soon as the call ended, he turned to whisper the details to the others in the room.
Cathy, still dazed and overwhelmed by the situation, had no idea who the man had been speaking with, nor did she hear the conversation to catch any significant details.
She was left in confusion, her mind racing as she tried to piece together what was happening to her and who was behind it all.
Before she could fully take in her surroundings, two men whispered to each other, grinning smugly, and made their way toward her.
Their smirks sent a wave of panic through her.
“You know,” one of them said, his voice dripping with malice, “you're such a beauty."
His partner chuckled, leaning closer.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take it easy with you. Just a little fun for the boys, eh?”
Cathy backed away, her voice trembling.
“Please, don’t. I’ll do anything you want—just don’t touch me.”
Her pleas only seemed to amuse them further.
More men in the room began to take notice, murmuring and l*****g their lips as they moved closer.
The room seemed to close in around her with their intentions written plainly on their faces.
The men exchanged lewd comments and mocking laughter as they began discussing how they would take their turns with Cathy.
Their words dripped with cruelty, and the malicious delight in their voices sent a chill down her spine.
Without hesitation, they grabbed her forcefully and tossed her onto the large, sagging bed in the center of the room.
The mattress creaked under the weight as they circled her like predators with jeering remarks as they debated who would go first.
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