Chapter 1008:
The moment she hung up, she called Rupert and told him Candace had been kidnapped.
Swallowing hard, she said, “Rupert, we can’t let anything ruin our plan. This is our only chance, or we’ll lose everything we worked for. Take people with you and go get Candace. Make sure she’s safe.”
“I’m on it,” Rupert said, already grabbing his coat. He called his assistant, rushed out of the office, and headed straight for the suburbs.
Annabel’s hands clenched tightly. They had prepared for so long to catch the person behind Candace tonight. If this failed because of an unexpected move like this, they would have to start from scratch.
Rupert gathered several bodyguards and drove with them toward the outskirts of the city. As he drove, his grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white.
“No, please… don’t come any closer…” Candace cried, struggling as hard as she could. One of the men grabbed her wrist, wrenching her back. Her vision blurred behind tears, and she could barely make out the shape looming in front of her.
She was trapped, with nowhere to run.
Someone yanked at her, and she fought with everything she had, panic rising in her throat as the phone’s camera kept recording.
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“No, please don’t. I’ll give you whatever you want—just don’t. How much? Let me go, and I’ll give it to you,” Candace’s voice broke.
Cathy watched through her phone screen, a cruel smile on her face.
She was finally getting rid of the woman who was about to steal her man.
“Save it! Nothing and no one can save you, okay? You wanted a man, didn’t you? Well, there you go. You’ve got more than one. You should be very happy.”
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By then, Candace could barely see clearly. Her face was burning hot, and her wrist throbbed from where it had been twisted and bruised.
A burly man stepped in front of her, looming over her as he reached for her.
Then a loud, commanding voice roared, “Don’t touch her!”
Cathy’s face went pale.
Rupert?
What was he doing here?
Candace froze for a heartbeat, and then her shoulders sagged with relief. She fought to focus through her tears. “Ron, help me! I’m here, Ron!”
The hooligans didn’t even have time to react. They were slammed to the cold, rough floor—strangled, kicked, and pinned down in seconds. Their strength and street tricks were nothing compared to Rupert’s trained bodyguards. They were neutralized almost immediately.
Cathy stood frozen, too shocked to move—too terrified to run. She could only watch as Rupert strode toward her. What happened? This wasn’t the plan. Anakin said no one would find out—didn’t he?
Rupert threw Cathy a cold glare, then crouched and wrapped Candace in his suit jacket. He gathered her into his arms, warm and steady, and patted her back gently.