Chapter 182
Just as she sent the message, Marcusâs call came through. Cornelia hurriedly answered, President Hartleyâ
Where are you?â Marcusâs voice carried a hint of resignation
Cornelia checked her GPS, âI be home in two or three kilometersâ
âAlright, hang up when you get home. Then his voice disappeared from the earpiece
If it werent for the call duration ticking away on her phone screen, she would have thought he had hung up.
The 3âkilometer journey didnât take long. The taxi driver stopped the car across the street from the northern gate of her neighborhood, âMiss, theyâre doing roadwork ahead I canât turn the car around. Youâll have to go by yourselfâ
âOkayâ Cornelia got out of the car. The driver kindly helped her with her suitcase and then drove off.
To the right of the northern gate was Riverside Park With its lush vegetation and scarce traffic at night, it always gave off an eerie vibe
Cornela, dragging her suitcase, was about to cross the street when a van sped by, forcing her to retreat to the curb, She decided to wait for the van to pass before crossing
Little did she know, the speeding van screeched to a halt before her. Two men wearing baseball caps and masks jumped out and forcefully dragged her into the van
âWhat are you doing?â Cornelia barely managed to get the words out before a calloused hand covered her mouth, and her phone clattered to the ground.
âCornelia, Cornelia. âMarcusâs anxious voice rang from the phone, but the kidnapped Cornelia couldnât hear him anymore
Inside the van, the hand covering Corneliaâs mouth was removed and replaced with duct tape. âJust behave. No oneâs saving you tonight.â
Cornelia, unable to speak, observed with her eyes, three men in the van, one driving, two holding her. Their actions were too practiced, they must do this often
She had never crossed any thugs, so this was likely someoneâs revenge
Who could it be?
Courtney KampâHartley?
Cornelia quickly dismissed this possibility. Marcus himself had said that Courtney wouldnât bother her again, and she trusted him.
Who else could it be?
Who had she pissed off during her time in Riverton?
Who would be bold enough to go to these lengths to harm her?
Suddenly, a name popped into Corneliaâs head â Eden Petersen!
Eden had hated her to the bone and she had once sent him to jail. He must want revenge after getting out.
Buzz Buzz Buzz-
Corneliaâs personal phone in her bag started to vibrate, the sound echoing loudly in the van.
One of the men snatched Corneliaâs bag and pulled out her phone. Out of the corner of her eye, Cornelia saw the name âJeremyâ on the screen.
The man tore off the sealant from her mouth, âWhoâs on the phone?â âItâs my husband.â In an instant, Cornelia felt a glimmer of hope. She had never expected Jeremy to call at this moment
âSir, let me answer the call, I just told him I was almost home. If he doesnât hear from me, Iâm afraid hell call the police.â