Before his assistant could trace any clue of Jessica’s whereabouts, Damien had grown utterly restless and on edge. Even when his own men reported that rivals had struck hard and seized nearly all his business deals, he barely paid them any mind.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his mind had been consumed by one single thought. He must find Jessica as fast as possible.
Yet whoever had taken her seemed to be deliberately taunting him. Every trail had been wiped clean, leaving behind only one security recording, footage showing Jessica being dragged away by a group of men dressed all in black.
In the video, she was already unconscious, and across her forehead, where she had been forced to knock her head one hundred times, crusted blood clotted thickly, a sight so gruesome it made anyone’s stom
