Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Elliot stood in the doorway, looking at Isabelle in her wedding dress, a sarcastic smile twisting his lips. His voice was ice cold: “I just told you not to trouble Phoebe, and you immediately arrange to have her kidnapped? Do you have to torment her every moment? Now you’ve orchestrated this whole charade?”
Isabelle looked up, confusion flashing in her eyes. Just as she was about to argue, Elliot’s bodyguards stepped forward.
One grabbed her long hair and roughly yanked her to the ground.
Isabelle’s knees crashed hard against the marble floor, the piercing pain instantly draining the color from her face.
“Elliot Sinclair!” Isabelle stared at him in disbelief. “How dare you treat me like this?!”
Elliot looked down at her condescendingly, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
He waved his hand, coldly ordering the bodyguards: “Drag her to the car.”
The bodyguards efficiently grabbed Isabelle, ignoring her struggles as they shoved her into the black sedan parked outside.
The moment the car door closed, a drugged cloth was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth.
Isabelle’s pupils contracted sharply. She struggled briefly before losing consciousness.
After an unknown amount of time, Isabelle was jolted awake by excruciating pain.
She found herself stuffed inside a rough burlap sack, her body curled up and unable to move.
The next second, someone roughly lifted the sack and threw it down like garbage.
Her arm slammed against the hard ground, sharp pain shooting from her wrist as if the bone had fractured.
“Mmph…” She groaned in pain, but with her mouth sealed by tape, only weak whimpers escaped.
“One for one. Hand over Phoebe.” Elliot’s voice came from outside the sack, cold and unfamiliar.
“They say Mr. Sinclair loves Miss Evans. Seems the rumors are true,” a hoarse male voice sneered. “Since you don’t love this Mrs.
Sinclair anyway, how about stabbing her? Let us see a rich man’s true feelings?”
Elliot was silent for several seconds, then said flatly: “Isn’t the money enough?”
“Money?” The kidnapper scoffed. “Mr. Sinclair, we didn’t kidnap people for money.”
Footsteps emerged from the shadows.
Accompanied by mocking applause, Liam Hawthorne sauntered up to Elliot with an amused smile: “Mr. Sinclair, long time no see.”
Elliot’s gaze instantly turned cold: “Liam Hawthorne. So it is you.”
Liam shrugged casually: “Your ‘good wife‘ ruined such a perfect plan before. Now I’m just asking you to stab her once. That’s not too
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much, is it?”
“What plan?” Elliot frowned.
Liam showed a twisted smile, leaning close to his ear and lowering his voice: “Don’t you know? I was originally planning to…”
A sudden phone ring interrupted Liam’s words. He glanced at the caller ID and casually put it on speaker.
“Liam, when are you coming? We’re all waiting for you…”
“Got it.” Liam stepped back, shaking his head with feigned regret: “Mr. Sinclair heard that–my friend just called asking me to come party. So you need to decide quickly–either stab Isabelle once, or…”
He paused, his smile gradually turning sinister: “None of you leave here alive.”
The air seemed to freeze.
Elliot’s gaze fell on the writhing sack, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.
After a moment, he reached out to take the knife Liam offered, his voice low: “Fine.”
He walked to the sack, crouched down, and lightly pressed the knife tip against it.
Isabelle seemed to sense the danger and struggled more violently, but her muffled cries were completely blocked by the tape.
Elliot’s hand trembled slightly, but soon his eyes turned cold again.
The knife tip pierced the sack without hesitation-
“Thud.”
Blood instantly soaked through the sack’s fabric. Isabelle’s body went rigid, then went limp.
“Haha, excellent!” Liam burst into laughter, patting Elliot’s shoulder. “Mr. Sinclair is truly ruthless! But…”
His tone shifted, his eyes turning sinister: “You delayed, so there’s interest to pay. Now, either stab Miss Evans once, or I stab Isabelle three more times.”
Elliot’s face darkened instantly: “Liam Hawthorne, don’t push your luck!”
Liam remained unmoved, leaning lazily against the wall: “Choose, Mr. Sinclair. My patience is limited.”
Elliot’s fists clenched with audible cracks.
Finally, he took a deep breath, and the blood–stained knife plunged into the sack again.
Once…
Twice…
Three times…
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Elliot closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: “Isabelle, I’m sorry.”
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