I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 193

“Beg me. Say something sweet, and maybe–just maybe–I’ll let your woman live.”

Marcus’s knuckles whitened around the phone. His lips parted, ready to speak-

But then, through the static, a faint voice broke through.

“Marcus, don’t listen to him-”

The line cut.

Marcus froze, eyes burning red, the phone still pressed to his ear long after the call had ended.

That was Sophie’s voice.

She was alive. She was still alive!

The taut string inside him slackened for the first time in days, like a drowning man suddenly breaking the surface and gulping air.

The call had been on speaker. Eric heard it too.

For days they’d been searching relentlessly, never daring to think the unthinkable. Now, knowing Sophie still breathed, it was like a second chance at life had been handed to them both.

Eric immediately relayed the news to Sherry and to Sophie’s parents. When he finished, he realized Marcus was already calm again–brow furrowed, eyes sharp, no longer dulled by despair.

The lion on the brink of madness had steadied. Sophie’s voice had pulled him back from the edge. Now he was calculating again.

“The kidnapper used a voice modulator,” Marcus reasoned coldly. “Which means he knows me–and he’s afraid I’d recognize him.”

He narrowed his eyes. “He doesn’t want money. Doesn’t want power. All he wants is to see me humiliated. That tells me everything–he’s low in status, eaten alive by inferiority.”

A flash of murderous clarity lit his gaze. He dialed Chris.

“Track Liam’s whereabouts. Now.”

“Yes, sir!”

When the call ended, Marcus’s expression darkened further.

“If Liam’s involved, then someone else is pulling strings behind him.”

Eric didn’t say it aloud, but Marcus caught the meaning anyway.

“Whoever it is, they won’t walk away from this.”

Another call came through. Marcus answered instantly.

“Sir, we still can’t locate Liam. But…half an hour ago, someone showed up with a waiver signed under Miss Chandler’s name. They used it to take Lena out of custody.”

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“Damn it!”

Marcus’s roar shook the room. He hurled the phone to the floor. It shattered to pieces, Chris’s voice crackling faintly before dying out.

“Sir, sh–should I mobilize a team back in Riverland-?”

“No. Ready the jet. I’m going back myself.”

Marcus strode out without a backward glance at the wreckage.

Three hours later, his plane touched down in Riverland. No delay, no pause–he drove straight to the Morgan estate.

Chris had already ordered another sweep. That’s when they discovered the truth: the “Old Master” they’d been guarding all along was just a

decoy.

When Marcus entered, radiating lethal frost, every bodyguard dropped to their knees.

“Forgive us, sir! We failed to realize the one in residence wasn’t truly the Old Master!”

Marcus’s face betrayed nothing. He strode to the imposter, who cowered under his glare. With one vicious kick, Marcus sent him sprawling, coughing blood onto the marble floor.

“When did you move in?”

His red–soled shoe ground into the man’s cheek, pinning him to the floor.

“I–I don’t know! I woke up here, that’s all! A man called, told me to stay in the room and I’d get meals delivered. Said if I stayed seven days, I’d get a fortune-”

Marcus pressed harder until the man screamed.

“I asked when.”

“F–four days ago! Please, that’s all I know!”

That was the day before Sophie vanished.

Marcus’s gaze went glacial. They’d dared to pull this off under his very nose. Unforgivable.

“Dispose of him.”

“N–no, please! I don’t know anything else!” the man sobbed, clutching at Marcus’s leg.

Marcus walked away without a glance.

Outside the estate, his command fell like a death sentence: a kill order. Both Liam and the Old Master were now marked–no matter where they hid, in business halls or back alleys, Marcus’s men would scour them from the earth.

Riverland and even Paris trembled under the storm that followed.

Meanwhile, in a shabby old townhouse downtown-

Sophie sat in a bare but clean room, face blank as Irene Morgan’s shrill voice lashed at her.

“You’re a curse! If it weren’t for you, would we be hiding like rats in this dump? We gave you food, a roof, and you dare sit there sulking like a corpse?”

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Sophie’s tone was icy. “If you’ve got guts, tell Liam to let me go. Barking at me won’t change a thing.”

“You-!” Irene raised her hand, but Liam stepped in, face dark.

“Enough! We don’t have time for this!”

Irene’s fury twisted into a slap aimed at the air. “Liam, why? Why kidnap Sophie? Why drag us all into hiding for her? Lena’s carrying your child and you still-”

“Enough!” Liam’s shout cut like steel. “Mother, if you want to leave, go. Walk out that door. Just know, the second my uncle catches you, you’ll beg for death.”

Irene froze, color draining from her face. Of all people, Marcus was the one she feared most.

Sophie laughed coldly. “Well, well. I thought you were spineless, Liam. But now you’ve grown brave–brave enough to get yourself killed. You really think you can take on Marcus for me?”

Her eyes glittered with contempt.

“Anyone can mock me, Sophie. Anyone but you,” Liam said hoarsely. “Everything I’ve done–I did it for you. To be with you.”

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“You’re ridiculous.” Sophie shot him a glare, not even bothering to waste her breath.

“Sophie, I-”

Before Liam could finish, Lena’s voice called weakly from the next room.

“Liam, my stomach hurts…can you come stay with me?”

A flash of disgust flickered in Liam’s eyes. He didn’t move.

Irene nudged him. “Liam, what are you waiting for? Go check on Lena. She’s carrying your only child–you can’t take that lightly.”

“You don’t have to keep repeating it. I know it’s my only child.”

With clear impatience, Liam wheeled himself into the next room.

The moment the door shut, Irene’s face twisted with hatred.

“See that? My son scolded me because of you. Feeling proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“You’re trash, Sophie. You talk big about cutting ties with my son, but deep down you can’t wait to keep stringing him along! And after all that, you dare climb into Marcus’s bed? You humiliated my son, and still act like you’re above us. You deserve to die!”

Her palm cracked hard across Sophie’s face.

Bound hand and foot, Sophie couldn’t block or dodge. The slap landed squarely, her cheek swelling almost instantly.

Irene sneered, relishing the sight.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it? But what can you do? You’re nothing but a prisoner now.”

She raised her arm again, clearly unsatisfied with just one slap.

Sophie bent her knees, ready to defend herself.

“Irene, don’t push me. My hands are tied, but I can still use my legs. Don’t make me fight back.”

“You dare fight back? Try it–and I’ll slip something into your food. One dose, and that bastard child of yours will never see the light of day!”

Her eyes bulged with venom.

Sophie froze. Her body went stiff. She couldn’t risk it–not with her baby.

Irene laughed harshly. “Ha! Scared now, aren’t you?”

She swung again, palm cracking down on Sophie’s other cheek.

Sophie clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed shut, silently enduring. For her baby’s sake, she would bear it. Just a few slaps. She could take it.

On and on Irene struck her, until a knock at the door interrupted.

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