Chapter 239

Chapter.

Heavy with shock, the sheet of paper in her grip seemed to weigh her down, and a trembling started in her limbs that she could not control. Why had he made such a momentous decision without asking her?

Vincent's first thought was that Hoffman's crew was behind Hannah's disappearance. Without wasting a second, he gathered his men and stormed out,heading straight for the gang's known hideout.

A while later, seventeen black Land Rovers smashed against the fencing of an abandoned auto shop on the city's edge, once known as "Fortune." Within three minutes, the fencing was torn through.

Metal screeched as hydraulic tools tore the main roller door wide open, clearing the way for Vincent to

step directly into the chaos.

Bodyguards swarmed in behind him, raising their guns and pinning every scrambling figure in their sights.

Amid the scrambling figures, one bald man made a desperate dash for freedom, but he didn't make it far. Within seconds, hewas pinned to the floor.

Flattened against the concrete, the bald man began to beg, panic choking his voice. "I won't do it again, I swear! Please, just let me go."

A slight nod from Vincent was all it took. Instantly, a guard planted his boot on the bald man's head,grinding the latter down without mercy.

Vincent's question was ice-cold and unmistakable."Where is she?"

The bald man hesitated, recalling he and his crew had indeed kidnapped a married woman a few days ago. Desperate, he pleaded, "I'm sorry, I never would've touched her if l'd known she was your woman!"

Fury burned in Vincent's expression. "What did you do to her?" He wasted no time, snatching a gun from his bodyguard's side and pressing the barrel to the bald man's forehead, his finger ready on the trigger.

Suddenly, a ring broke the tension, a call for one of the guards.

Answering quickly, the bodyguard's expression shifted as he listened. He leaned over to Vincent,speaking quietly but urgently. "Mrs. Jones has turned up.She's safe."

Vincent halted, his finger froze on the trigger.

A heavy, uneasy silence fell over the shop, broken only by the shallow breaths of the men pinned to the floor.

Every gun was still aimed, every gaze frozen.

The bald man, subdued on the floor, stared up with wide, terrified eyes, but that fear slowly gave way to puzzlement. Calmly, Vincent withdrew the gun and passed it to his guard. "Let's get out of here," he ordered, his tone cool and final.

His bodyguards wasted no time, securing their weapons and streaming out in silent formation.

The call had ended too quickly for the group to hear the butler's next words, "She has regained her sight."

Once the car pulled up to the villa, Vincent didn't hesitate. He sprinted straight inside, his eyes searching until they landed on Hannah standing by the sunroom window. Excitement and disbelief crashed together in his chest, his heart pounding wildly.

Feet barely touching the floor, he closed the distance, too intent on reaching her to notice what she was holding.

Without a word, he swept her up in an embrace so fierce that it nearly knocked the air from her lungs."Thank God you're safe."

Hannah was trapped in his embrace, his strength almost suffocating. She had just clearly seen his current disarray-his eyes rimmed red, jacket ripped,every inch of him was scattered and undone.

Determined, she broke away from his hold,holding up a piece of paper, and demanded, "Vincent!Explain this to me!"

Their eyes met, and Vincent stared back, searching her face. "You can see now?"