Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 247

"Hand over the recording right now, or else..."

With that, Grant forcefully pried Madeline's jaw open and aimed the syringe straight at her throat.

"I'll send you straight to hell."

"I'll tell you!" Madeline shrieked, the suffocating stench of the corrosive acid filling her nostrils. She knew Grant had completely lost his mind.

And she knew that if she didn't give him exactly what he wanted, she was dead.

Powerless to fight back, she was entirely at his mercy.

Survival was the only priority, so she immediately agreed.

Grant pulled the syringe back an inch from her lips.

"Where is it?"

"It's... it's... in the patient lockers... next to The Radiology Wing at the hospital," Madeline stammered, trembling violently.

Seeing that she wasn't lying, Grant pressed her for the exact locker number and passcode, which Madeline provided without hesitation.

Grant immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Sheri Yates.

He instructed her to head to the locker room, input the code, and retrieve the device.

Sheri was already at the hospital keeping Liliana company. Eager to kiss up to her, she had been buying Liliana extravagant meals, dropping thousands of dollars at a time without batting an eye.

In the past, Sheri's only goal in life was snagging a billionaire sugar daddy.

But after seeing Eleanor Prescott defend Liliana and call her her own granddaughter, Sheri had devoted all her energy to serving Liliana.

The moment she heard Grant mention that the very thing threatening Liliana was sitting in a hospital locker,

she dropped everything to go retrieve it for her.

Madeline was out of options. She knew Grant wasn't going to let her walk out of there alive. Her last resort was to wait until they got the device, then lie and claim the file was backed up on her phone.

While pretending to show them how to delete it, she could subtly input an SOS code that would alert Tessa, Silas, and anyone else who could save her.

Tessa would definitely call the cops.

Just as she sat there agonizingly waiting, Sheri called back.

Grant eagerly answered, "Well? Did you get it?"

Sheri's furious voice echoed through the speaker. "It's not here! That little bitch played us."

Absolute terror wiped the rage off Grant's face. He turned to run.

But he was swiftly knocked unconscious. Both he and Milo were promptly stuffed into thick black industrial bags and tossed into the back of a van.

Trembling violently from the shock, Madeline slowly opened her tear-filled eyes. She looked up to see Quentin, impeccably dressed in a long, tailored trench coat, striding toward her.

Madeline felt like she was hallucinating.

Just moments ago, in the depths of her terror, she had prayed for him to appear exactly like this.

In her darkest, most agonizing moment of despair,

Quentin had come for her.

He swiftly untied her ropes, not asking a single question before pulling her securely into his arms.

Madeline couldn't hold back anymore. Hot tears streamed down her face as she buried herself in his chest, clinging to him for dear life.

Quentin stiffened for a fraction of a second before his arms wrapped tightly around her.

He crushed her against him, burying his face in her hair. "You're safe now. I've got you..."