Chapter: 259
The captain reassured her, “The police force is fully committed to this search. We'll mobilize all resources to ensure his swift recovery. You have our word."
Despite the police's assurances, Norah remained on edge, unable to shake off her anxiety. She lingered by her car, observing the police as they diligently gathered evidence and coordinated their next moves.
The thought of Kason's potential abduction tightened a knot of worry within Norah. She understood all too well the despair and hope that came with being held captive.
Then, something caught her eye. It was a small, black fox charm hidden among the bushes.
Stooping to retrieve it, Norah recognized the trinket instantly. It was identical to one she had seen with the girl involved in a previous attempt to draw her into a fake rescue operation. The charm, no larger than a pinky fingernail, was a clue she found by mere chance.
The emblem of the black fox stirred a suspicion within her. Could the notorious Fox Alliance be involved once again?
“I've found something significant!" Norah announced, her voice firm as she held aloft the small black fox charm, instantly drawing the focus of the nearby officers to her discovery.
"Splash!" Meanwhile, in a starkly different scene, Kason endured the harsh chill of a sudden dousing. A bucket of icy water cascaded over him, making him quiver from the cold. His Leg wound, still fresh and bleeding, had become a distant ache, numbed by the intensity of his situation.
A taunting voice broke the silence, its tone laced with mockery.
"Quite bold of you, venturing alone into the lair of our Fox Alliance. Did you really presume we'd be so lax in our defenses?”
The source of the voice, a woman adorned in provocative attire, lounged on a stool, her legs elegantly crossed. Her presence filled the room with a dangerous allure. "The Fox Alliance isn't some playground for your infiltration. Are you a cop? Did they send you as a scout, hoping to dismantle us in one fell swoop? Laughable. Now that you're in our grasp, escape is but a fanciful dream."
Rising, she approached Kason, who was bound and helpless, and with a slow, deliberate motion, her red-manicured fingers brushed away the beads of water from his face. "Such a waste of a handsome man. Align yourself with me, and I may yet spare your Life."
Kason, engulfed in darkness both literal and figurative, responded only with a defiant silence, his jaw clenched as he averted his gaze.
His background in the special forces, specializing in reconnaissance and sniping, had prepared him for perilous solo missions. Yet, this unforeseen capture by the Fox Alliance was a scenario he hadn't anticipated.
"Still so unyielding?" the woman sneered, her voice cold with menace.
"Your defiance will soon crumble under our will."
The woman gave a curt command to one of her subordinates, “Fetch me two bottles of our strongest spirits. I plan to take care of him personally tonight."
Kason, with his sharply defined jawline and ruggedly handsome features, exuded a charisma that was hard to ignore. Hilda, upon laying eyes on him, was instantly captivated.
Kason's affiliation with the police was of no consequence to Hilda.
The prospect of spending a night with him overshadowed any such considerations.
“Attend to his leg wound," Hilda ordered, her fingertips lightly grazing Kason's face, a gesture of possessive anticipation.
To Hilda, Kason wasn't just another attractive man. His allure was unparalleled in her eyes.
Despite Kason's strong resolve, his physical state, hampered by a gunshot wound to his leg, an injured wrist, and his restraints, left him powerless, a prey at the mercy of his captor.
Hilda's lips, painted a deep shade of red, exuded a magnetic charm, her proximity intoxicating. "Your defiance only fuels my desire," she taunted, reveling in his helplessness. “Tonight, there will be no rescue, no escape. You are mine."