Chapter 187

Alston gripped the steering wheel tightly, his foot pressing harder on the accelerator. As soon as the car hit the road, it sped off like an arrow, chasing after the direction in which the kidnappers had fled. Whoever was behind this, having dared to play such a game with him, would not be let off easily. The kidnappers seemed familiar with this route. By the time Alston and Cecilia caught up, the kidnappers had already vanished. It was as if they had disappeared into thin air, leaving Alston to stop the car at a three-way junction and slam the steering wheel in frustration. Cecilia's eyelashes fluttered, and Alston expected her to say something unpleasant again. However, she remained silent, as if in a trance, making no sound at all. This only increased Alston's irritation. He glanced at his wristwatch. It was nearly ten minutes since he had made the call. Boyce had yet to report back, which cast doubt on his efficiency. Suddenly, the phone rang, its sound jarring in the confined spac