The attendant who had been assisting Clara with her wedding dress lay unconscious on the floor, and Clara herself had vanished without a trace.
Ian immediately called Clara, but was met with the harsh, digital tone signaling that her phone was switched off. His fingers clenched the phone until they turned a cold white, and his gaze was filled with a predatory crimson. Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that the enemy would reach into a bridal boutique.
He had fortified their home to the point where not even a fly could buzz through, and on the drive over, both front and rear were flanked by top-notch bodyguards.
He thought they were impregnable. Yet, he had underestimated the adversary’s cunning, able to trace the threads back to the very place they had ordered the custom-made gown.
Ian immediately called Dawson. “Clara’s gone missing. Bring in the team.”
In less than ten seconds, a dozen bodyguards stormed into the dressing room in search of clues.
Suddenly, a voice rang out, “Mr. Hayes, there’s a hidden passage behind this panel. Mrs. Hayes must’ve been chloroformed and taken through here.”
“Chase them down, now!”
The group poured into the secret passage one after the other. The bridal shop was nestled in the bustling heart of Northbridge, surrounded by shopping centers on either side.
The concealed tunnel twisted and turned, spilling out into an underground parking lot of a nearby mall.
Standing in the parking lot, Ian watched the constant flow of cars. His fist tightened in frustration. He knew Clara had been whisked away in one of those vehicles.
The very thought of her, pregnant and possibly losing their child in a struggle with the kidnappers, gripped Ian’s heart with an invisible, ferocious claw.
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