Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 

Chapter 417 

Celina played it by the book, but David’s easy–going face got serious real quick 

‘She’s on to me,‘ he thought. 

She had caught the whiff of trouble and laid down a smooth warning: The security system would shut down trouble the moment one arose. 

Too bad David was not there for a facial or a membership card. 

“Really? Well, I appreciate the heads–up.” 

David’s voice was steady as a rock, but then, like lightning, his arm shot out, his hand clamping down on Celina’s wrist like a vice, twisting it behind her back in one swift move. 

Just the two of them in the big, fancy VIP room. 

Celina was no match for David’s grip, and she let out a sharp, panicked scream. 

Alas, the room’s outstanding soundproofing was great for privacy but meant her cries for help did not stand a chance. 

“What are you trying to pull?” Celina’s voice was steady, betraying none of her fear. “Let me go, and I’ll agree to anything you want. You know our Sunny Glow Beauty Salon rakes in serious cash. Just one deal, and you could be living it up for months.” 

“How much cash are we talking about?” David was not gentle as he pinned Celina’s hands behind her back, his grip iron–tight. 

“How about seventy–five thousand dollars?” Celina offered hopefully. 

David’s laughter echoed through the room. “Ms. Morris, if I had the guts to come here alone, you bet I’ve got a plan to walk out untouched. So, you think your life’s only worth seventy–five thousand dollars?” 

Celina realized she was in deep trouble and stopped struggling. 

“So, what’s it going to take to let me go?” 

Every VIP room had a panic button that would bring the salon’s bodyguards storming within three seconds. 

Celina played it cool, pretending to give up. She was just waiting for the right moment to hit that button and get rescued. 

However, David was one step ahead. 

“Let’s cut to the chase, I’m not here for the money.” 

He whipped out a pair of handcuffs he had been hiding and clamped them on Celina’s wrists with practiced ease. She was then cuffed to the only wooden chair in the room, utterly powerless. 

With no way to fight back, Celina had no choice but to accept her fate. 

Celina’s last–ditch effort to save herself was crushed without mercy. Panic surged through her, leaving her face as white as a blank page. 

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