Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 245

Meanwhile, on a private jet.

"Mr. Prescott, we've located the exact spot where her phone signal vanished."

In the back seat, Quentin snapped his eyes open. "Where?"

"Right next to The Radiology Wing at Empire General Hospital. We pulled footage from a nearby dashcam and spotted her."

"Show me," Quentin demanded.

The operative handed the tablet over to him.

Initially, Madeline was going in for a scan and couldn't bring her phone or any metal objects with her.

So, she had stowed her bag—containing her phone, The Digital Recorder, and the ashes—in a locker near the department.

The metal locker had blocked the signal, explaining the sudden dropout.

The footage showed her finishing the scan, but she never reappeared on the main cameras after that.

Before Quentin could ask, the bodyguard anticipated his question. "We accessed her medical records. She was scheduled for an MRI, which is why she went to Radiology. She never returned to the locker to retrieve her belongings after the exam. It's highly likely the abductor took her during that brief walk between the exam room and the lockers."

Quentin's dark eyes locked onto the screen.

Exactly two minutes later, a cab drove past the camera's field of view.

His heart hammered against his ribs. "Track exactly where this car went!"

"Yes, sir!" The hacker bypassed the city's grid, tapped into the traffic control system, and quickly locked onto the target. "Got it!"

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Madeline was once again in Grant's clutches.

Her head spun violently, a terrible combination of the lingering drug and the harsh blow to her head from the fall.

She faded into unconsciousness once more.

When she finally woke up,

She was tied to a chair in the center of the garage. A blinding incandescent light hung directly above her, making it impossible to open her eyes fully.

She squinted against the harsh glare until her vision adjusted, realizing she was paralyzed by full-body aches and bound so tightly she couldn't move an inch.

But with Grant here, he felt invincible. He now had the backing of the powerful Prescott Family.

All he wanted was bloody revenge for the kick that had robbed him of his manhood.

"You ruined my life! But thank God, you've fallen right back into my hands..."

Milo raised his fist to strike her again, but Grant suddenly barked an order.

"Hold on." Grant had searched Milo's stash and realized he didn't have The Digital Recorder Liliana desperately needed.

He forced himself to stay calm, locking his predatory gaze on Madeline.

"Where is The Digital Recorder? Where did you hide it?"

Prompted by his question, Madeline immediately remembered she had locked her purse and personal belongings in the hospital locker.

Maintaining her composure, she said, "Grant, don't do anything stupid. You're about to be Lucius's father-in-law. You have a life of endless wealth ahead of you. If you let me go right now, I'll pretend this never happened. But if you keep going down this path, you'll ruin everything."

Grant hadn't expected this complication. He thought Milo would have the little bitch completely under control.

He had figured he could just show up, take the recorder, and let Milo have his sick fun ruining her.