Chapter 158

Chapter 0158

‘Think you can just walk away? You won't get far!

Yorick lounged in a restaurant corner, eyes fixed on Amber and Queenie. He fiddled with an empty bottle, spinning it between his

fingers.

He hurled the bottle to the floor only when they reached the door. His grin twisted. “If playing nice doesn’t cut it, it’s time to get

tough. Go!”

Amber’s grip on Queenie’s arm was iron-tight as they stood frozen outside the restaurant, staring at the sleek Audi A8 parked a

stone’s

throw away.

The time was edging past seven-thirty. Usually, the streets would be alive with foot traffic. However, a strange silence hung over

the

restaurant’s entrance tonight, not a single car or passerby in sight.

Out of nowhere, a group of imposing men strode out from beside the New Chesire Group’s Audi, each brandishing a rubber

baton. One of

them twirled a nylon rope, his menacing smirk all too clear in the dim light.

“What do you guys want?” Queenie’s voice shook despite her bravado as she scrambled for her phone, yelling, “Back off! I’m

calling the

cops right now!”

“A phone call?” Yorick emerged from the restaurant with Amber's photo in hand. His sleazy smile unmasked. “Go ahead, try it.

Let's see what's quicker, your call or my men.”

In a blur, the bodyguards lunged forward, encircling Amber and Queenie in the blink of an eye.

“Miss Chesire, you know the saying, ‘take the easy way or suffer the consequences’. There’s no point in fighting now. Will you

come quietly, or do I need to have you dragged?” Yorick leered at Amber, his eyes greedily scanning her.

Amber’s face was ghostly, her heart pounding against her ribs. She had been caught by Sean once and knew too well what

kidnapping felt like. She had pepper spray in her purse, a feeble defense against one, maybe, but against a gang like that, she

was out of options.

“Miss Chesire, run for it!”

Queenie, trembling from head to toe, suddenly mustered all her strength and shoved Amber out of harm’s way, then spun around

to confront Yorick. “Yorick, I’m taking you on!”

However, it was no use.

Before Queenie could even get close, a towering bodyguard kicked out, tripping her to the ground. With another swift kick, he

knocked her

unconscious. He smirked at Yorick. “No worries, boss, she won't be waking up anytime soon.”

“I couldn’t care less if she wakes! Snap her neck, bag her up, and dump her in the ocean!”

Yorick gestured dismissively, then turned back to Amber, his sleazy grin widening. “Miss Chesire, now that we're alone, will you

end up at the bottom of the ocean like her, or will you come with me without a fuss?”

Amber shook uncontrollably, her lips quivering with fear.

She had never imagined Yorick could be so bold, so heartless, so utterly deranged!

“Release her! I'll go with you!”

Fighting back her terror, Amber lunged to hold Queenie close, tears circling her eyes. “If you've got a problem, take it out on me,

not my staff. She’s done nothing wrong!”

Yorick burst into a loud, arrogant laugh and casually flicked his wrist. “Did you hear that? Forget the ocean. Just chuck this one in

the dumpster and let her off easy.”

“Got it!”

The two bodyguards chimed together, swiftly moving in to pry Queenie from Amber’s embrace. One grabbed her by the head,

the other by the feet. Together, they tossed her into the dumpster in the alley beside the eatery.

Amber cast a fleeting look down the shadowed alley, then slowly turned away, her eyes lingering as if tethered to a secret within.

She trailed after Yorick, her steps unsteady, as they approached a Range Rover parked on the curb. As she slid into the vehicle,

tears cascaded down her cheeks, unnoticed.

Neither Yorick nor the bodyguard noticed that Amber had surreptitiously pinched her arm in secret when she embraced Queenie.

desperate communication.

Queenie...

She was Amber's last thread of hope.