Chapter 1387:

At last, the two vehicles arrived at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town.

Night had fully settled by then.

Macauley stopped the car and yanked Ari out, hoarse and weakened.

“Stop treating her like that!” Millie shouted as she parked and ran toward them.

“Millie…” Ari whispered, barely audible.

Sharp stones bit into Millie’s bare feet, but she pushed forward without a second thought.

“I’m the one you want,” Millie said, taking careful steps toward him.

“It’s just the three of us here. There won’t be any mistakes during the switch. Let Ari go.” She steadied her voice.

“If you want leverage, you can only threaten Brandon with me.”

But Macauley only sneered.

He glanced around the deserted area, confirming they were alone—yet he still refused to budge.

“I’ll take her inside. You’ll follow on your own. A switch? Do you take me for a fool?”

Dragging Ari along, he headed toward the entrance of the abandoned factory.

“Come in,” he ordered coldly.

The dark building loomed ahead—silent, hollow, and waiting. Millie clenched her fists and followed, stepping into the shadows just as Macauley and Ari disappeared inside.

In no time, vehicles swept in from every direction, engines growling through the dim expanse. Police cars flanked those of Millie’s friends in tight formation, their lights cutting harsh streaks across the abandoned road.

They had shadowed Millie and Macauley the entire time, always keeping a cautious distance. One wrong move, one spark of panic, and Macauley might have done something irreversible. So they tailed him like ghosts—never close enough to provoke him, never far enough to lose him.

Now that everything had ground to a halt, Lynda jumped out of her car and stepped forward at once, her face set like stone.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

“Positions,” she ordered.

Alexia and the others were herded toward a corner by the derelict factory wall. No one dared move a muscle.

A faint glow seeped through the grimy ground-floor windowpanes, offering the only light in the cavernous stillness. Alexia trembled violently, her sobs trapped in her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks in an endless trail, yet she swallowed every sound, wiping her face with shaking fingers.

“Where is Brandon?” she whispered, her voice raw.

Heads shook around her.

Brandon was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where he had gone.

At that moment, Brandon was already at the villa perched on the city’s outskirts.

He stormed into the basement, his footsteps sharp against the concrete. Without hesitation, he flung open the door to the room where Vivian was locked up. A pair of handcuffs hung from a metal hook on the wall. He seized them, snapped them around her wrists, and yanked her arms behind her.

Vivian shrieked, twisting wildly.

“What are you doing?!”

Brandon gave her no answer. He dragged her out with unyielding force, each step fueled by a fury that burned straight through him.

Eugene burst downstairs at that moment, breathless. His eyes widened at the sight.

“Mr. Watson—are you truly taking her there?” he shouted, panic rising in his voice.

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