Chapter 615

Chapter 615:

She produced a phone from her pocket.

“Do you really think I haven’t thought this through?”

Tapping her temple, she added, “I’m not as naive as you assume.”

Astrid brandished her phone with a threatening grin. “I’m going to take some photos of you—naked.”

What?

Hadley’s heart skipped a beat.

Was this young woman out of her mind to resort to such depraved tactics?

“Haha.”

Astrid’s laughter echoed as she stood, moving toward Hadley menacingly.

“Scared? Good. You’ll look so pretty in those photos,” she taunted, reaching for Hadley’s shirt buttons.

“Astrid!” Hadley’s voice shook with fear and anger. “You’re insane! This is illegal!”

“Illegal?” Undeterred, Astrid continued with her actions, her expression hardening. “My brother needs that transplant to survive. All I care about is that you’re the key to saving him!”

What a maniac!

The whole Jenkins family must be insane!

Hadley’s body shook uncontrollably, her teeth chattering from fear. “Why don’t you donate yours, Astrid? You’re his full sister. Aren’t you willing to give a part of your liver to save your brother?”

Astrid shrugged with exaggerated innocence. “That sounds painful! And what if something goes wrong during surgery?”

𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 ⲅⲁ𝓁𝗇𝓸ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸰ⅽ𝗈𝗺

What?

Hadley was left dumbfounded. Was she seriously abducted because Astrid didn’t want to suffer? The audacity was astounding, a true daughter of Cade and Noreen!

Chuckling, Astrid said, “I’m showing some sisterly love here. See, I’m taking your photos myself instead of letting Soren do it. That’s considerate, right?”

Soren Powell was the accomplice.

“Just cooperate with us.” Astrid’s laughter filled the room as she continued, “It’s just a few photos. Once you agree to donate your liver and save my brother, I’ll ensure these photos never see the light of day.”

Astrid fumbled with Hadley’s clothing, visibly confused. “What’s this? Why can’t I undo it?”

Hadley’s dancewear was designed with hidden fasteners, a detail only someone familiar with such clothes would recognize.

With a barely audible, cold chuckle and heavy breaths, Hadley instructed, “It’s at the back, around the waist.”

“Is that so?”

Astrid, bold yet not without her foolishness, quickly leaned over, her hands searching for the fasteners at Hadley’s back.

But something didn’t feel right.

Pausing, Astrid sensed a trap—why would Hadley even guide her to undress herself?

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a scream shattered the silence of the warehouse.

Hadley took advantage of Astrid’s closeness, forcefully driving her knee into Astrid’s midsection.

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