Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 222

Two men approached the car and rapped on the window.

"Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair. Come with us."

Seraphina gripped her phone tight. "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer. He simply held up a phone, shoving the screen against the glass.

The video showed her mother's small grocery store.

The camera panned to reveal three or four identical men in black lounging inside, while her mother stood behind the counter, pale as a ghost.

Seraphina's heart plummeted.

"Don't touch my mother," her voice dropped to a freezing register. "I'll go with you."

Arthur was trembling all over, but he stepped in front of Seraphina anyway, facing the men. "Let my daughter go. I'll go with you."

The leader scoffed. "Cut the crap. You're both coming."

Arthur tried to argue, but the man raised his hand to strike him.

Seraphina shielded Arthur instantly. "We'll go with you. Don't touch him."

The man shot her a cold glare and lowered his hand.

They stepped out of the car, surrounded by the men in black as they were marched forward.

After taking a few steps, Seraphina caught sight of a black sedan parked at the corner across the street.

The window was half-rolled down, revealing Dominic's indifferent face.

He sat there with his arms crossed, watching them from across the street.

Seraphina's heart skipped a beat.

Was he behind this?

She didn't have time to process the thought before she was shoved deeper into the alley.

A black van waited at the end. The doors slid open, and Seraphina and Arthur were pushed inside.

They drove for a long time before stopping at an isolated industrial park.

They were marched into a sprawling, brightly lit laboratory filled with rows of advanced equipment.

Drake chuckled. "Relax. I just brought you two here to help me complete an experiment."

Arthur stepped forward, shielding Seraphina behind him once again.

"You can take me. Let my daughter go."

Drake smiled pleasantly and shook his head. "I can't do that."

He leaned in closer. "I just watched the video of you two working today."

"Ms. Sinclair's technique is clearly the work of an expert. Why would I let such talent walk away?"

"Just cooperate and help me finish this."

"Otherwise..." He paused, suddenly drawing a pistol and shooting one of his own men in the shoulder.

The subordinate collapsed, screaming in agony.

Drake shot him a lethal glare, and the man instantly clamped his mouth shut.

Smiling again, Drake turned back to the Sinclairs. "Your fate will be much worse than his."