Chapter 120

Ethan Sullivan summarized the incident in a few terse sentences.

Victoria Langley's teacup shattered on the floor, porcelain shards scattering. "How dare they!" Flames of fury burned in her eyes. "Where are the bastards who touched my daughter?"

"They're being pursued." Ethan's voice was glacial.

A phone rang abruptly.

Harrison Whitmore's voice came through the receiver. "Mr. Sullivan, we've captured them all. Benjamin Hill jumped from the car and broke his leg. He's at the hospital now. His wife and daughter are also in our custody."

"They planned to sell Miss Evelyn to thugs in the suburbs."

Muffled screams echoed through the line.

After Ethan took Evelyn Laurent away, Harrison had continued the chase, apprehending the fleeing culprits in their panic.

Inside an abandoned warehouse, a thug with a brutish face was pinned to the ground. He trembled violently. "Spare me, Mr. Sullivan! I didn't know she was yours! I never laid a finger on her!"

Regret twisted his gut.

He'd just taken a job—a premium deal with a stunning girl in the photos. The payment was settled, the delivery awaited. Then he'd kicked a steel plate.

"Shut him up."

A bodyguard's fist smashed into his face. Blood instantly seeped from his lips.

Listening to the report, Ethan's eyes frosted over. "Lock them up. If Evelyn..."

He didn't finish. Harrison understood.

Screams soon filled the warehouse.

The Hill family suffered the worst.

Margaret Hill and Sophia were bound, mouths gagged with filthy rags, trembling in a dark storage room. They only remembered being knocked out by Evelyn before waking in this hellhole.

Sophia writhed desperately.

The metal door swung open.

Harrison stood silhouetted in the doorway, his voice icy. "Bring them out."

Two black-clad bodyguards dragged the mother and daughter like carcasses into the open, yanking the gag from Sophia's mouth.

"Do you know who I am?" Sophia's voice shook. "Kidnapping is a felony!"