Chapter 78
In an instant, I emotionally broke down.
"No..."
I shook my head and stepped back. But Mrs. White pulled my hair and dragged me into the cage!
Then, she closed the door.
I shouted, "Let me out!"
Mrs. White looked at me and said, "Let you out? Have it in your dreams!"
Then she took one of her subordinates in her arms and said, "Let''s go out and discuss how to let
her speak."
"Copy that."
"No problem."
Her subordinates responded tteringly.
Curling up in the cage, I couldn''t help but begin to tremble again, feeling more frightened than I had
been when my head had been covered.
I was so afraid that everything happening in prison back then would happen all over again.
At this time, I closed my eyes as if I could envision the days when I was in prison.
I was so afraid.
I couldn''t help it.
I even wondered whether I was sick.
Soon, they came in.
They tortured me in the same way as they had done in prison. It was just that they beat me up more
unscrupulously. As I curled up in the cage, they held candles in their hands above the cage and let
the wax drip down into the cage.
I could only keep dodging, only to be burned from time to time.
Later, they, who weren''t satisfied, changed the candles into cigarettes, which was changed into
knives in the end.
It was just like they were ying a game. No matter how hard I tried to dodge, I would be hurt.
A lot of parts on my body were cut by the de. And my clothes were soaked in blood.
Fearing that I would die, they stopped torturing me in the end.
Iy in the cage in an overwhelmingly twisted position. Although I was not badly hurt, I felt pain all
over my body.
It waste at night.
I felt ufortable and couldn''t fall asleep. But I heard that Mrs. White was making a phone call.
I couldn''t tell who she was calling. But judging from her tone, it sounded like she was coaxing a
child.
"A child."
I found this idea ridiculous. For a woman like Mrs. White, in my opinion, she wouldn''t have any
children.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I heard Mrs. White shouting, "Get up. Someone ising!"
Then the door to the room where I stayed was opened.
Mrs. White and a few others came over with knives in their hands. Then they directly pulled me out
of the cage and put the knives on my neck.
Soon, the sound of the door opening came from outside. As the door opened, footsteps were heard.
Later, under the moonlight, I saw several policemen rushing in.
"Put down your weapon!"
"Don''te over. If youe over, I''ll kill her!"
The two sides confronted each other.
I heard footsteps of a pair of leather shoes.
Patrick walked in from outside.
As soon as he came in, all the subordinates of Mrs. White next to me took a deep breath.
Someone muttered, "What she said is true."
The knife that Mrs. White had put on my neck also shook.
Patrick looked at me. The night was so dark that I couldn''t see his expression. I only heard him say,
"Let her go. How much do you want? It''s all up to you."
"Ten million dors!"
"No, no. 50 million dors!"
"Yes. 50 million dors! In cash!"
Mrs. White''s subordinates said one after another.
Patrick stood there as he said calmly, "50 million dors in cash? Even if all the money of the whole
City Y were gathered together, there wouldn''t be so much."
"Bullshit! Don''t y tricks! You have already called the police. How can you give us money?"
Obviously, Mrs. White did not trust him.
"The purpose of my calling the police is to find her rather than catch you. As long as she is fine, I
can give you the money as long as it is within my capability range."
Patrick''s words sounded so tempting.
I could feel that the kidnappers around me were somewhat swayed.
Someone suggested, "Mrs. White, why don''t we ask for less cash?"
"20 million dors in cash!" shouted Mrs. White. "And you will get a car for us and send us away."
"You can''t take away twenty million dors in cash. Even if I find you a car, you can''t run away with
that much cash. Why don''t you ask for gold bars instead? Although they are a little heavy, you can
take them away."
To my surprise, Patrick was advising them!
Mrs. White''s subordinates consented repeatedly, "Okay. Okay. Okay!"
"Wait a minute."
Patrick turned around and left as he spoke.
In less than five minutes, he came back. And a policeman threw two medium- sized munition boxes
on the ground.
Patrick said, "Count them. 200 gold bars with each at 300 gram."
Two subordinates of Mrs. White came over to take the money. When they opened the boxes, they
saw gold bars lying in the boxes orderly. Even though it was dark, the gold bars looked dazzling.
"Mrs. White, they are indeed gold bars. 200 gold bars!"
Mrs. White''s subordinates were so overwhelmed that they opened their eyes wide.
Patrick asked them, "Now that you''ve got the money. Can you release her?"
"No! We''re going to take her away. I''ll give her a cell phone. Five hourster, she''ll call you and tell
you where she is!"
Judging from Mrs. White''s words, she was experienced when it came to kidnapping.
She wouldn''t take the money and leave easily. Instead, she wanted me to protect her so that she
could leave.
However, Patrick refused.
Patrick replied decisively, "Impossible." "Take the gold bars. Let''s go!" Mrs. White didn''t take
Patrick''s words seriously and walked out while taking me with her.
A few of her subordinates followed her with boxes in their hands.
Although the boxes were not big, they were very heavy. Only two people could barely lift one.
I hadn''t recovered from the previous experience in the cage. So I walked very slowly. In a fit of
anger, Mrs. White shed me on the arm and scolded, "Don''t y tricks. Don''t think that I dare not
kill you because you are a hostage!"
Blood flowed out of my arm.
At this moment, the surrounding policemen rushed forward, grabbed the knife, and took Mrs. White
down in one go.
Patrick also rushed over nimbly and held me in his arms. Then he asked me, "Are you okay?"
It was probably because that I was in his arms that my fear subsided. I leaned against him and said,
"Well, I''m fine."
As soon as I calmed down, Patrick suddenly shed behind me. "Poof!" Then I heard a sound.
When I looked up, I saw that Mrs. White had broken away from the police''s restraining. Holding a
long knife in her hand, she stabbed Patrick''s body with the tip of her knife!
"Patrick Cowell!"
I yelled out loud.
The police came to stop Mrs. White when she was making her move. But before that, she had
stabbed Patrick.
At this time, putting his arm on me, Patrick squeezed out a smile and said, "It''s not a big deal."
His words made me burst into tears.
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I hugged him and didn''t know what to do.
Soon, the ambnce came and took the two of us away.
I was not seriously injured. My wounds were all skin trauma and would be healed soon. Fortunately,
although Patrick had been stabbed in the abdomen, his internal organs weren''t hurt. But he still
needed to rest.
On the second day after I was in the hospital, a police officer named Tyler Todd came to me to do
an interrogation record.
I told him everything.
Thinking of everything I had suffered recently and that Caroline had made me lose my baby, I
decided that I would not let her go this time.
I told him what I had suffered in prison before in a somewhat exaggerated way. And at the same
time, I showed him the scar under my armpit.
It could be seen that Tyler somewhat pitied me after seeing my injuries.
Taking advantage of his softheartedness, I told him something about what had happened to me
after I had been released from prison. In the end, I asked him to keep the progress of the
investigation a secret from everyone when he was investigating the case.
Otherwise, someone surely would intervene in this matter.
Tyler hesitated for a moment and agreed to my request.