A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession

Chapter 380

Cynthia pulled over to the side of the road, her brow furrowed in concern as the fleet of white vehicles vanished from sight. She turned to Hallet and Liam, stating, “It looks like they’ve managed to track us down. We need to switch cars, Hallet and Liam, understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded in agreement without voicing their thoughts. They exited their vehicle and began to look for a local taxi along the roadside.

As they stood there, Cynthia was preoccupied with scanning the recent surveillance footage on her laptop, oblivious to the imminent danger Suddenly, a car sped directly towards them. Liam, with a protective instinct, quickly wrapped his arms around Cynthia and pulled her to safety, but the car’s velocity was too great. Despite his quick reaction, they were still clipped by the speeding vehicle and knocked to the ground as the car sped away without decelerating. Inside the fleeing car, Arvin, his face obscured by a camouflage mask, gripped the steering wheel with shaking hands and a look of resentment in his eyes. Just a little closer. I was this close to killing that woman! he cursed internally.

Arvin was seething with frustration. He had positioned himself outside their hotel early that morning, waiting for a chance to act. However, just as he had expected, Vincent failed to keep his promise and sided with Cynthia. The woman’s presence had been a constant thorn in his side, complicating his plans. As he drove past the group, his intent had been lethal, but his plan hadn’t succeeded. Although he didn’t manage to eliminate his target, he was driven by a more pressing concern. He needed to rescue Yolanda and settle his score with Cynthia later. With resolve, he headed towards the designated meeting point for the exchange.

Back at the scene of the accident. Liam cradled Cynthia, checking her for injuries with a concerned expression. “How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked anxiously. Cynthia shook her head,

feeling only a slight dizziness from their fall, thankful for Liam’s swift actions that had minimized her injuries.

As Cynthia was about to check on her laptop for any damage it might have sustained during the fall, she noticed blood on Liam’s hand. “Your hand is hurt,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. No longer concerned about the laptop, she instantly began examining the injury on her husband’s hand

Liam’s hand bore a deep scratch that was bleeding profusely. Ignoring her own concerns, Cynthia took his hand gently and applied pressure to Two pressure points to slow the bleeding. Thankfully, they were next to a pharmacy, and Hallet quickly went to purchase first aid supplies. Cynthia managed to staunch the bleeding somewhat. When she applied disinfectant to the wound, Liam grimaced slightly “Does it hurt? Cynthia asked, noticing his discomfort. She slowed her movements, explaining. “We need to disinfect this properly, but try to bear with it for a little while” She then blew gently on the wound to ease the sting as she continued her care.

After wrapping Liam’s hand carefully, Cynthia suggested, “Honey, maybe you should go to the hospital first. We can handle things here.” She was concerned about the risk of infection or scarring from such a deep cut

However, Liam dismissed the idea. “No, you don’t understand how Arvin operates. I can’t leave knowing you might be at risk He reassured her with a wave of his uninjured hand, “It’s not serious. We need to focus on saving Queena right now Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Though Liam often gave off the impression of being cold and aloof, he was staunchly loyal to his friends. Respecting his determination, Cynthia nodded and advised. Just try not to use this hand too much. She then picked up the laptop from the ground, relieved to find it still operational despite a shattered screen. There was no time to find a new computer now, so they had to make do with it and continue their mission without delay,

While Cynthia was trying to locate Arvin and Queena, Vincent and jonathan had arrived at the abandoned dock with Yolanda as their bargaining chip. They waited anxiously, phones confiscated, keeping a close eye on Yolanda who was uncomfortably bound. Soon after, Arvin appeared menacingly with Queena in tow, pressing a knife against her back. Queena seemed disoriented, possibly drugged, and barely able to walk.

The moment Vincent laid eyes on Arvin, his blood boiled with rage at the audacity of this man who had dared to kidnap his sister. He strode forward with a determined glare and bellowed. “Arvin, let go fo her now!”

Arvin, with a cold and calculated demeanor, pressed the knife more firmly against Queena’s back and warned sharply, “Td advise you not to take another step, or I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

Vincent, recognizing the peril Queena was in, halted abruptly, his fists clenched in frustration and anger. Taking a deep breath to compose himself he challenged Arvin, “We’ve done as you asked and brought Yolanda. We’ve shown you our sincerity. Surely, you can now honor your commitment

Arvin’s face contorted into a frown as he surveyed the scene before him. His gaze lingered on Vincent and then moved to Jonathan, Seeing Jonathan stirred painful memories of betrayal and suffering he had endured, darkening his expression even further. It was clear that revenge was on his mind, but his priority was to rescue Yolanda. Glancing around, his eyes fell on the bag twitching on the ground, a reminder of the person inside whom he cared deeply about. His grip on the knife trembled as his eyes flashed with an intense, fiery anger. Yolanda had always been coddled, the pampered eldest daughter of the Wilde family, unaccustomed to hardship. The thought of her suffering was unbearable. “How could you treat her so cruelly? Let her out this instant!” he demanded, his voice laced with fury and desperation.

Afraid that Arvin might accidentally Jurm Queena, Vincent had no choice but to let the woman out of the bag. Yolanda had been confined within the bag for hours, and sensing her imminent release, she adopted a guise of madness. She began to hum nursery rhymes, interspersed with bouts of laughter and tears, presenting a disconcerting and unstable appearance. Observing Yolanda’s crazed state, Arvin felt his his heart sinking as he struggled to reconcile this broken image with the poised and dignified woman be remembered.

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