Upon the resounding slam of the door, Ariana swiftly pivoted to discover two imposing men wielding knives, their malevolent glares squarely fixed upon her.
The elderly man, on the other hand, stood meekly beside them, cowering as if he were trembling with fear, his neck shrunk as he dared not look at them.
Remy, his fury unbridled, positioned himself protectively in front of Ariana.
He hurled at the elderly man and the two sinister human traffickers.
âYou wretched scoundrels! Kidnappers of your ilk deserve the most severe retribution! Abducting innocent children-how shameless can you be?â
Desperate to explain himself, the elderly man raised his trembling hands and stammered, âIt wasnât me! I had no choice! My grandson is also in their clutches.
I had no choice!â
A derisive sneer crossed one of the traffickersâ faces as he taunted, âWeâve had our sights set on this little one for quite some time.
Weâve bided our time for the perfect opportunity.
â
Ever since the day the production crew had arrived at the farm, this nefarious gang had been watching them, plotting.
Amidst the celebrity artistsâ offspring, Melon had caught their attention first.
He was the most endearing and captivating among the children, and they knew he could fetch a handsome price, securing a carefree retirement for themselves.
âShameless! Arenât you afraid of retribution?â Remyâs voice thundered as he held his ground, safeguarding Ariana and the two children.
Seizing the moment, Ariana discreetly slid her phone into her pocket, her fingers tracing the screenâs surface by memory, accessing her contacts and dialing a number.
Fortunately, her phoneâs fingerprint recognition was swift, and the call button was conveniently on the home screen.
At this juncture, she had to take a gamble, hoping the call would connect.
On the other end, Holden quickly picked up the call.
He was just about to speak when Ariana posed her inquiry, âDo you possess the audacity to abduct someone like this? Arenât you fearful of facing the full might of the law?â
âThe law?â One of the traffickers scoffed, âIf we were afraid of the police, we wouldnât be in this line of work.
â
Holdenâs smile, which had just begun to form, froze in place.
His brow furrowed as he listened intently to the commotion on the other end of the line.