Chapter 127
Chapter 127
Quinton, though experienced in labor and stronger than average kids, was only ten. Yolanda, skilled in her methods, choked him until he was half–faint, then covered his mouth with a cloth. The pungent smell sent him into darkness.
After dealing with him, Yolanda’s eyes gleamed with excitement. She scrutinized his face from all angles.
While others thought Quinton resembled Janet, he actually took after his father, a fact he’d never know. Yolanda decided to add him as an extra and sell him too.
The wind in the woods was strong, rustling the leaves.
Quinton had come by the tent, hesitated, then Quinlyn, awoken by the noise, asked what was wrong. Not wanting to trouble her, he said he’d call home first.
Quinlyn waited, but after half an hour with no word, she grew anxious. Quinton wasn’t one to leave things unexplained. She sat up, left the tent.
“Ms. Yates, do you need to used the toilet?” one of the Hill family’s guard immediately noticed what she was doing and asked, thinking that it was normal for a child to use the toilet at night.
Quinlyn, however, shook her head and said, “You continue your watch. I’ll check over there.”
She pointed in the direction Quinton had gone.
The guard wanted to accompany her, but Quinlyn declined his offer. The area was exposed, with too many forest gaps for loose defense. Others like Mandy had even less self–protection ability.
Quinlyn first checked Quinton’s tent, but it was empty. Knowing his habits, she headed toward the lawn, the best spot for calls.
Nanny cars and luxury cars blocked the view, lining the road tightly. All was quiet except for the sound of her feet brushing through the grass.
Reaching the road, she looked past a nanny car and found Quinton gone. Sensing something wrong, she heard a faint noise. A gust of wind came, and she turned her head, avoiding a sack swung at her.
She quickly did a front elbow strike, hitting the attacker’s abdomen. The tall man doubled over in pain.
Smelling ether in the sack, Quinlyn immediately pulled out a knife to the man’s neck, demanding, “Where’s Quinton?”
Meanwhile, two figures emerged from a vehicle blind spot. They had a fierce look, like hungry wolves with green – glowing eyes in the dark.
“Let go, or your friend dies,” the man on the ground threatened after recovering, surprised by Quinlyn’s fierce counterattack. Quinlyn pressed the knife closer. “You have accomplices in the production crew.”
The man was stunned, his reaction telling.
“I can call the police now. There are only two main roads nearby, no highways. You can’t escape far,” Quinlyn said, skilled in psychological tactics from experience.
Seeing the man’s panic, she stepped back. “The boy you kidnapped is poor. He’s just here with me. Check if you don’t believe me. But I’m rich and can satisfy your financial demands.”
She adopted a strategy of first threatening and then negotiating, unwilling to break her facade before ensuring Quinton’s
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safety.
The other two men approached cautiously.
“How much can you offer?” the man’s attitude softened.
*3 million dollars, even 30 million dollars is possible,” Quinlyn named a price.
For most, kidnapping with risks and police pursuit wasn’t as appealing as a direct ransom. Seeing her value, the three men’s eyes lit up.
“Come with us for a money–for–person exchange,” they said.
Quinlyn, unafraid, nodded, put away her knife, and followed calmly.
The three men, puzzled by her lack of escape, grew wary of her boldness. The girl Ms. Lynch asked us to kidnap is really something.
After walking over 200 yards, Quinlyn saw a minivan under the bamboo grove.
The men demanded the ransom again.
Quinlyn insisted, “I need to see my friend first.”
“Quite cautious, aren’t you?” The lead man smiled, guiding her to the van and opening the back door to reveal Quinton, who was unconscious.
At the same time, a gun was pressed to Quinlyn’s temple.
“Get in, kid, another man said with a sinister laugh.
Quinlyn’s eyebrows knitted, but she didn’t move. “Don’t you want the money? I have no parents. The property is in my name. Abducting me won’t benefit you.”
If they were kidnappers, they should have done a background check and known her situation. However, the man said, “From the beginning, we didn’t want your money.”
Quinlyn was pushed into the car as soon as he finished speaking. Lying on the back seat, she saw bulging woven bags. Zipper edges revealed wigs, old people’s clothes, and children’s toys. She realized they were human traffickers.
The car soon started and left the suburbs. The man asked Quinlyn to hand over her knife.
She looked up and saw his rough features under the streetlights, then looked at his gun–holding hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, she took out the folding knife.
“Your gaze is like a wolf pup’s, just like us,” the man said with a laugh, then asked for her phone.
Quinlyn shook her head and showed her empty pockets, claiming she hadn’t brought it. After checking her, the man gave up and covered her mouth with a drugged towel.
A few seconds later, Quinlyn fell to the side, next to Quinton.
“The kid hit too hard. Damn, it hurts. Why would Ms. Lynch want such a kid? It’s better to take a ransom.” The man who was beaten earlier looked at Quinlyn from the back seat but saw nothing unusual.
The leader yawned and closed his eyes. “Shut up. You really think Ms. Lynch is short of money? Mr. Ziegler is just helping her get back at someone. We just need to deliver the people.”
“But it’s not easy with these kids,” the man said.
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Ti’ll be easier once we’re inland,” the leader said.
After a few more words, they fell silent, tired from the night’s work and needing to rest before driving again.
At this moment, Quinlyn, who should have been unconscious, slowly opened her eyes. The ether smell was too strong, and despite holding her breath, her head was still dizzy and her limbs weak.
She kept still, secretly took out her phone from under the seat where she had hidden it when getting in the car, and sent a message to Larry: [I’ve been kidnapped and am out of the city.]
[They’re targeting me. There’s a mole in the production crew; don’t tip them off.]
[Contact Bennett. I think I’ve found Josh’s partner.]
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