Judson stood on the edge of the room, looking down at the man kneeling at his feet as though he were nothing more than an ant.
"Tie him up for me."
The words slipped out cold and effortless, devoid of any warmth. Hackett's eyes widened in terror, but before he could utter a word, he was hoisted off the ground like a ragdoll.
A wad of cloth was shoved into his mouth.
"Mmmph!!!"
Hackett wasn't the only one who sensed the looming danger; his cohorts, too, began to feel the urge to flee.
But before they could even take a step—
Bang—
A silenced bullet pierced through Hackett's knee.
"AAAAHHH!"
Cries of agony quickly filled the room.
"Shut up!" Judson's deep voice cut through the noise, carrying a chilling authority that demanded attention.
Those who were about to scream swallowed their cries.
Moments later, two towering men in black entered, standing respectfully behind Judson. "Mr. Buchanan, it's ready," one of them said.
Judson nodded curtly, his demeanor icy as he approached Nancy.
She was deeply asleep, undisturbed by the chaos around her.
With swift precision, Judson raised his gun and fired at the shackles, the metal clinking open. He gently cradled the unconscious Nancy in his arms, as if she were the most fragile treasure.
As Judson turned to leave, Hackett spat out the cloth, pleading desperately, "Mr. Green, please spare me! I'll leave Ardenwood immediately!"
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