Chapter 883

However, Gregory would not give up.

He still sent people to track Vickie and Andrea down, and at the same time, he also started to investigate their whereabouts through other channels.

Vickie had disappeared instead of being involved in an accident on the spot. Although he was worried, he was not overly concerned because he knew that there were two parties of people who wanted to capture her, and since the other party had abducted her rather than killing her on the spot when they had the chance to, it meant that her life should be safe for the time being.

However, the atmosphere in the chateau was still very heavy. Everyone could feel Gregory’s anger.

The few bodyguards, who had accompanied them out and were responsible for their security, felt very remorseful. They knew that Vickie had gone missing because of their negligence.

Now, they had already received their punishment.

Among them, the one who felt the worst was Jonathan Starks. He did not expect that a moment of carelessness and negligence would have caused this to happen. Thinking of Andrea’s clear face and Vickie’s trust in him, if anything really happened to the two of them, he would deserve nothing less than death.

The intensive search continued.

On the other side, when Vickie woke up, she found that it was already nighttime. Her surroundings were pitch black and her hands and feet were bound. Her mouth was stuffed with a rag, and even her eyes were covered by a piece of cloth.

She struggled subconsciously when she woke up but immediately stopped moving when she realized her situation.

Alarms blared in her head.

What was this place?

Where was she?

She felt her head ache, and the back of her neck was also very painful, which reminded her that she had been knocked out when accompanying Andrea to the washroom.

Really...Sh*t!”

Arguably, with her skills, even with her injuries, it would be impossible for someone to subdue her in one move even if they attacked her from behind.

She had confidence in her alertness and the intuition she had trained from years of walking on the edge of life and death.

However, this time, she had gotten caught.

She lay down on the ground, carefully recalling all the details of the time before she was knocked unconscious, and remembered that something had been very wrong with her body.

At that time, her head had felt dizzy which led to a slow response.

Damn it. She should not have drunk those glasses of wine.

Those few glasses should not have been able to get her drunk, but the same could not be said if something had been added to the wine.

However, that was odd too.

When she had still been in the Vermillion Bird Organization, she had trained her body to be immune to various drugs for self-defense. Those who were not able to build up an immunity themselves would be injected with drugs instead, so even if the other party had drugged her, they should not have succeeded.

Just what was going on here?

Vickie was confused. However, she could not figure it out no matter how she thought about it, so she stopped thinking.

After struggling for a bit, she found that the ropes on her hands and feet were tied tightly, not in an ordinary way but with a special dead knot.

It was fine if she did not struggle, but once she did, the knot would only grow tighter and tighter. Now, she already felt the rope almost digging into her flesh, feeling unbearably tight.

Vickie took a few deep breaths. Helpless, unable to move, blindfolded, and unable to see anything, she could only concentrate and listen carefully to what was happening around her.

The surroundings were quiet. It was so quiet that it was like staying in an enclosed space. There was not even the sound of the wind blowing.

If not for the slightly damp floor beneath her, she would have almost thought that she had died and was on the path to the afterlife because of the deafening silence.

Vickie thought about it before gritting her teeth and struggling to sit up. While she did not know who knocked her out and tied her up here, she just realized that she was not injured and did not feel uncomfortable anywhere.

Thus, it was obvious that the other person had not hurt her even though he had knocked her out and brought her here.

Usually, if one really had a grudge against her and wanted to kill her, they would have done so a long time ago when they had her restrained.

Therefore, Vickie was not worried about her own safety now. What she was worried about was another person—Andrea.

She had a vague guess in her heart that the people who had captured her this time and the two parties of people who had tried to hunt her down previously must have something to do with each other.

They were not people who would do unnecessary things. Capturing her without killing her meant that she was still useful to them.

While a useful person might suffer a little, their lives would be safe.

The opposite of that was useless people. They could not kill a useful person, but that did not apply to useless people.

At this time, Vickie did not know Andrea’s true identity, so in her eyes, Andrea was just an ordinary maid.

The culprits might have abducted her after seeing her with Vickie in order to prevent her from tipping others off or for other reasons.

However, based on what she could hear, there was no one else around but herself. If Andrea was not here, where had those people taken her to?

Vickie did not dare to imagine. After all, Andrea was not only useless to them, but she was also an accident. According to their methods, it was very likely that they would kill her.

Vickie’s heart could not help but get anxious at this thought. She did not want to imagine how she would face Jonathan and herself if something really happened to Andrea.

Jennie had already died because of her. Because she saw Jennie within Andrea, she treated her a little better.

Did she lead Andrea to this tragic fate because she had been kind to her?

No! No way!

She would never allow that to happen again!

Thinking this way, Vickie started to move forward one step at a time.

She did not know where she was now. She could only judge by the damp boards underneath her that she was in a wooden house.

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Chapter 487 The End Pt. 5 She tried to explore her surroundings, but her hands and feet were tied so she could not move, so she could only rely on her legs to shuffle around little by little.

After a long time, Vickie was almost covered in sweat before she reached a wall. The ropes on her wrists and ankles got tighter as she struggled to move, almost causing her to bleed.

However, she was unaware of it and turned her back to the wall before fumbling with her palms.

After a moment, her eyes suddenly brightened. She touched a large crack. If her guess was right, it should be a door.

Her luck was really good!

Vickie’s heart leaped and she slowly stood up, following the door frame.

After a while, indeed, she touched a doorknob behind her.