Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 626

She took out her computer, which hadn’t been touched in ages, from the cabinet. Back then, Heather had purposely looked for someone well-versed in PC building to make this computer for her. Ever since she brought it back from overseas, the computer had always been locked away in the cabinet. Today, it finally saw daylight again.

She switched the computer on. Heather had previously been overly reliant on Leo to the point that her own skills had rusted by now. Although she wasn’t a hacker, she was still very informed about computers. In particular, she was skilled at obtaining information that she wanted from them. With that, Heather entered the useful bits of information that she had wrung from the kidnappers into the computer, believing that she’d be able to find some clues from it.

“The outlaws.” Heather kept repeating those words. “Are they from Bradfort City, or did they come from somewhere else?”

There had to be a complicated connection tying everything together. Heather forced herself to think calmly, but her heart was already accelerating with nervousness. After all, she had never met such kidnappers before; they didn’t bring up any demands and only focused on humiliation. Not only that, they didn’t allow Heather to contact anyone else.

Stranger still was Myra’s disappearance, for Tony should have known about it instantly. Heather’s mind was filled with questions when it came to Tony’s current whereabouts. At last, she came to a conclusion.

“There must be a spy around Myra.”

At that moment, Heather recalled the new maid who had started working at Myra’s house. That woman was way too suspicious. As she pondered over this piece of information, Heather thought of a breakthrough—she would use her computer to draw a picture of that woman’s face. Heather’s fundamentals when it came to drawing was solid. Even though the woman’s face was already blurry in her mind. she would still do her best to recreate the woman’s likeness.

Soon, Heather had a draft on her screen. She looked at the picture on her computer, but there was a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. Why was this woman’s face getting more and more hazy? This shouldn’t have happened. After all, she had a strong memory.

“What’s the problem here?” Heather asked in agony. The woman’s voice still rang out clearly in her mind, so why couldn’t she remember the woman’s face?

“Something must be up, right?” Heather began to mutter to herself. She was forcing herself to figure it out, for she didn’t have much time. The sooner she figured out what she was missing, the sooner she could rescue Myra from the hellhole she was in. But once again, the sense that she was being watched came over her again. Heather kept feeling that she was under surveillance, and the feeling left her uneasy.

How could things have developed in such an awful direction? Heather immediately tossed her stylus aside, furious at this fruitless investigation. Initially, she thought that she would’ve been able to find some kind of breakthrough. If it wasn’t for the kidnappers, Heather would have immediately charged over to Myra’s home this instant. Then, she’d be able to find out how that woman looked.

Meanwhile, Myra was deeply asleep. One of the young men there spoke to the ringleader. “This woman is pregnant. If we keep injecting her with sedatives, she’s going to have a miscarriage.” The young man had a polite and put-together look to him, and he wore a white coat over his clothes. In other words, he looked to have once been a doctor. However, no one knew how he had ended up getting entangled with this bunch of crooks.

The ringleader immediately slapped the young man’s face, and the loud smack startled the others to no end.

“Is she Tony’s wife or yours? Why would you care if someone else’s wife miscarries her kid?” the ringleader answered furiously, putting more emphasis on his words when he brought up Tony’s name.

“Boss, you should know very well how powerful Tony is in Bradfort City. If we end up maiming his wife permanently while toying with her, I’m worried that our lives will be unpleasant in the future,” the young man said as he broke things down logically for the ringleader despite the blood trickling from his mouth due to the earlier slap.

“You p*ssy, when have our lives been great? I don’t care about having one extra enemy.” The ringleader had lost all sense of reason. He looked insane, and it made the young man shiver beside him. After that, he didn’t dare to make another peep.

The ringleader eyed Myra while she was locked up in the glass room. She looked pitiful.

“Hmph!” He gave a cold scoff and muttered, “If you have to blame something, blame the fact that you’re Tony’s wife.”

From the looks of things, the ringleader had some personal grudge against Tony. Then, his eyes moved to Myra’s slightly swollen belly. When it occurred to him that Tony’s spawn was inside it, he wished for nothing more than to destroy it.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he still had to abide by his superiors’ orders, the ringleader would have definitely tortured Myra without hesitation. After all, she was someone that Tony treasured above anyone else. Causing Myra pain would be even more of a rush than causing Tony pain, but the ringleader forced himself to tamp down his hatred. After all, now was not the time for revenge.

Meanwhile, Myra drifted in and out of consciousness. The young man hadn’t dared to overly sedate her because of her pregnancy, so Myra could vaguely make out their conversation. She was currently paralyzed in her daze, unable to move at all. Although she tried to shake herself awake from her half-conscious state, her efforts were futile.

Right now, all she hoped for was for Tony to find her soon. Myra believed that Tony would definitely save her. To her, Tony was someone who was capable of anything, and she firmly believed that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Concurrently, someone knocked on Heather’s door even though she had locked herself in. Her train of thought derailed, she called out to the unwanted guest irately. “Go away.”

The butler was left hapless outside her door, and he wondered if he made Heather displeased because he had told Robert something he shouldn’t have. Still, he was a responsible man; Robert had called for Heather to come downstairs to eat, so he needed to relay that message to her.

“Miss Heather, the Old Master has requested for you to have your meal,” the butler said, pressing himself against the door.