Gilbert was on his last legs, but thankfully, his subordinate arrived just in time, driving up to the scene.
Before the car even came to a complete stop, the door swung open. "Mr. Gilbert! Get in!"
Panting heavily, Gilbert managed to hurl himself into the vehicle almost as it continued to move.
The moment he was in, he banged his arms and legs. "Mr. Gilbert, are you alright?"
"Cut the chatter!"
Gilbert had no time to worry about his bruises.
Pointing at the plain-looking van ahead with no license plate, he gasped for air and said, "Hurry! Follow that van!"
"Right away, Mr. Gilbert!"
After giving his orders, Gilbert clutched his chest. He had run too fast, and the sharp intake of breath was painful!
Once he caught his breath, he grabbed his phone and called Charles.
"It's me…"
…
In the van ahead, the man started to panic.
"They're catching up!"
"What's there to panic about?" The woman glared at him and snapped, "Acting less brave than a girl in a situation like this!"
Though she spoke with scorn, she was inwardly panicking as well. But it was too late for regrets now.
She floored the accelerator, and their speed maxed out!
Sherilyn was thrown forward, hitting her forehead. But then something clicked. The woman looked familiar, though she was sure they had never met. Why did she seem so recognizable?
And what was the motive behind her kidnapping? It wasn't for ransom; Sherilyn was no heiress.
Had she offended someone?
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