Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 143
Olivia gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. She looked around and drove carefully.
She was now even more certain that Rachel must be hiding an unspeakable secret. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried to shake her off and come here.
After the car drove for a distance, she saw Rachel’s car.
After hesitating for a while, she got out of the car with her phone and quietly followed her. At the same time, she turned on her phone and prepared to take a photo of Rachel if she discovered her secret later, and then report her immediately.
On the other side, Rachel arrived at the unfinished building and managed to find the kidnappers‘ hiding place with ease.
There were one fat and one thin man cooking some sausages in a small iron pot.
The thin man muttered, “Do you think that woman will really send 50 million USD to the pier?”
The fat man turned his head and looked at Mr. Griffin, who was tied up. “I don’t think so! How can an old man be worth so much money!”
“Boss has really gone overboard. He’s asking for too much. Isn’t he afraid that he’ll run away?”
When Mr. Griffin saw Rachel’s figure, he immediately became so excited that his eyes filled with tears.
His hands and feet were tied and thrown to the ground. His mouth was still sealed with black tape. At this moment, he was all curled up on the ground like a big worm, mumbling something indistinctly.
“What are you shouting for!?!” The fatty kicked him impatiently.
When he turned around and saw Rachel, he was so frightened that his entire body trembled. “You! Who are you!?!”
Rachel looked up and glanced at him expressionlessly. She walked straight to Mr. Griffin and pulled off the tape on his mouth.
Mr. Griffin moved his mouth and craned his neck to look outside. Then, he stared at Rachel in disbelief. “You came alone?!”
“If we call the police, they might kill you,” Rachel said.
Mr. Griffin was speechless.
If that was the case, then charging over alone was no different from him getting killed!
“Tell me, what happened?” Rachel raised her chin at the fat and thin men standing opposite her.
Mr. Griffin’s eyes glistened guiltily as he stammered, “Remember that painting I’ve been investigating for the past few days? These people said that they had clues, so I followed them here. Then, I was kidnapped…”
He noticed Rachel’s meaningful gaze and sighed. “Well, as you know, since Vince’s lair was wiped out three years ago, his whereabouts have been uncertain. That’s why I set up a bounty…”
He had initially planned to win by surprise, but who knew he would end up digging his grave?
The two of them chatted as if no one else was around, making the kidnappers feel insulted. In exasperation, one of them fished out the dagger hidden at his waist and wiped the blade of the dagger with his fingertips. “What are you two talking about?! Do you really think we don’t exist?!”
“These two are the ones.” Mr. Griffin raised his chin slightly, indicating for Rachel to look over. “The imitation painting was sold by them.”
Rachel looked at the thin man with the dagger and squinted slightly.
The thin man turned his head and spat, his eyes gleaming with a fierce and cold glint. “Cut the crap. If you know what’s good for you, hurry up and surrender. Otherwise, don’t blame my dagger for being blind!”
“If you hurt me, you won’t be able to escape!” Rachel looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes flickering with a cold light.
The thin man chuckled. “There’s a path to heaven, but you chose not to take it. There’s no door to hell, but you insist on charging in. In this case, don’t blame me!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the dagger and stabbed it straight at Rachel.