CHAPTER 7
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The car pulled up in front of Cathy’s house with its tires screeching slightly as it came to a halt.
The two men who had rescued her stepped out first, scanning the surroundings as if to ensure there were no lingering threats.
Then, gently but firmly, they helped Cathy out of the car.
Her legs wobbled as she stepped onto the pavement.
She was still shaken with her body weak from exhaustion and fear, but at least she was home.
As soon as the front door opened, Tara rushed out, her eyes wide with worry.
The moment she saw Cathy, relief washed over her face.
“Oh my God, Cathy!” Tara cried, throwing her arms around her.
“I was so worried!—” She pulled back, examining her daughter with concerned eyes.
It was clear Cathy had been kidn*pped—her disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes were proof enough.
“Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”
“I’m fine, Mum,” Cathy whispered, her voice hoarse, wondering how her Mum got to know that she was kidn*pped.
Cathy was too drained to say much else.
Tara turned to the two men who had brought Cathy home and thanked them.
The men simply nodded, exchanged brief glances, and without another word, they left.
Their job was done.
Tara led Cathy inside and helped her onto the couch.
“I still can’t believe it,” she said breathlessly.
“Henry is truly amazing.”
Cathy blinked, confused.
“What do you mean?”
Tara looked at her, surprised.
“What do you mean?” she asked again.
“Henry saved you, Cathy!"
Cathy stared at Tara, confused.
Some hours ago, Tara was worried that Cathy hadn’t returned home at her usual time and hadn’t contacted her for over three hours.
She had reached out to several of Cathy’s colleagues, and they confirmed that she had left work over three hours ago.
That was when Tara's unease deepened—something was definitely wrong.
Tara however knew that reporting the matter to the police would take time, and she needed immediate help.
The only influential person she had recently met was Henry Smith.
Desperate, she quickly retrieved his contact from the details Liam had shared the previous day and called him.
When Henry answered, Tara frantically explained the situation, her voice laced with fear.
Without hesitation, Henry assured her that Cathy would be safe and promised to help.
His confidence gave Tara a slight sense of relief, and she held onto the hope that he would come through.
So when Cathy was eventually rescued, Tara was certain that it was Henry’s doing.
“Henry… saved me?”
“Yes!” Tara beamed.
“Can you believe it? If not for him, who knows what would’ve happened to you?”
Cathy sat back, dazed. Henry Smith?
Her mind flashed back to the moment she was being led out of the hideout—she had seen Henry in his car, parked at a distance.
He had watched as she was taken away in another vehicle.
Had it truly been him who sent those men to rescue her?
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.
Henry must have been the one who saved her.
Unbeknownst to Cathy and Tara, it wasn’t Henry who had saved her at all. It was Dennis Wright.
Dennis had sent his men the moment he received urgent information from his private investigator who had been tailing Cathy ever since Dennis ordered him to gather information on her, and when the investigator saw her being taken, he had immediately reported back.
Dennis acted fast.
He wasn’t the kind of man to let something like this slide.
Henry, on the other hand, had an entirely different plan in mind.
His goal had been to let the men keep her for some minutes so that he would suddenly swoop in and become her hero!
Then, with her gratitude and trust secured, he would finally have the leverage to make her marry him.
But his plan had a flaw.
Just as Cathy was being kidn*pped, Henry had been caught up in an important contract negotiation at his company.
There was no way he could leave immediately without risking a significant loss, so he had no choice but to stay.
By the time he was free to act, nearly an hour had passed.
He had rushed to the hideout, thinking he would arrive just in time to act as her "saviour."
But instead, when he got there, he found that the place was in chaos.
Some of the members of the Fierce Dogs were already unconscious while others were dead, but Cathy was being rescued.
He wasn’t sure what had happened in his absence. Perhaps a rival underworld group had launched an attack, and Cathy had simply been fortunate to be rescued, he thought.
Tara was still gushing about Henry’s heroics.
“You should really call him and thank him properly,” Tara said, grabbing her phone.
She quickly dialed Henry’s number and handed the phone to Cathy.
“Go on, tell him how grateful you are.”
Cathy hesitated.
But at the same time, what if Henry really had saved her?
She couldn’t ignore that possibility either.
Taking the phone, she brought it to her ear and thanked Henry.
Henry was surprised that they thanked him, but he concealed his surprise. After all, this was what he wanted.
His voice came through smoothly, calm and confident.
“Cathy,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”
“I… I heard you sent men to rescue me,” she said carefully.
There was a slight pause. Then Henry chuckled.
“Of course, Cathy. I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing when I knew you were in danger. You’re important to me.”
“Thank you,” Cathy said casually.
“No need to thank me,” Henry replied.
“I just hope you understand now that I’ll always be here for you.”
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