"You..." Asher Land looked at her in disbelief.
"I’m not playing gas with you," she said, leaving just one sentence behind before turning and walking away without looking back. He hung his head, a hint of disappointnt in his eyes. He didn’t want to see her leave, but he didn’t follow her either.
...
After days and nights of filming, Sophie Smith’s new film was about to wrap up.
She headed to the set for the last ti to finish shooting the final scene.
In this period, she imrsed herself in work, as if it was the only way to numb herself.
When the work was done, it was already after ten o’clock at night.
"Sophie, you worked hard. Take a good rest for a few days, this must have been really exhausting for you," the director said beside her.
"Director, please don’t say that. I’ve delayed the production schedule," she replied. If she hadn’t taken a long break earlier, the film might have already wrapped up.
A rumbling sound of thunder ca from outside, suggesting a heavy rain was about to fall.
The path to the underground parking lot, accompanied by the sounds of thunder and lightning, beca sowhat eerie and terrifying.
Sophie shivered and quickened her pace towards the parking lot.
Suddenly, several tall, dark shadows appeared behind her, startling her so much that she dared not look back and hurried forward.
But the faster she walked, the closer the footsteps behind her got.
Her breathing beca heavier and heavier.
"Ah!" she scread.
The shadows behind her suddenly surged forward. One held her hands, while another covered her mouth with a handkerchief. Slling the unique scent from the handkerchief, Sophie felt her mind go blank, lost control, and gradually fainted.
She was directly thrown into a white van.
"Miss Morton," the leading man took out his phone and made a call to the employer.
On the other end, Irene Morton spoke in a low voice, "Is everything done?"
"Yes, the person is now in our hands, Miss Morton. How should we proceed?"
How to proceed?
Irene let out a cold laugh. Of course, she needs to die.
The other day, she dared to try and drive into her; now it’s ti to teach her a lesson.
She didn’t kill her then, so the next to die will be her.
"Take her to the wilderness and dispose of her."
"Miss Morton..." the man’s voice hesitated, "The money you gave us before isn’t enough for us to do this."
"Don’t give that crap. Once it’s done, you won’t lack money. Do I look like soone who lacks money?"
Right, the heiress of the Morton Clan Group should be able to afford what it costs to get rid of soone.
Irene hung up the phone, confident this ti that she could eliminate all future troubles.
...
"Boss, is this woman really not going to make it?" a timid person asked cautiously.
Initially, they thought it was just a ’simple’ kidnapping, just to give a warning, not realizing it would lead to murder.
"We’re paid to do a job, why ask so many questions? It’s because she offended the wrong person."
The leading middle-aged man tied Sophie’s hands behind her back, blindfolded her with a cloth, and sealed her mouth with duct tape. After confirming everything was secure, he returned to the driver’s seat.
"Get in the car."
The vehicle drove towards the outskirts of the bustling city.
After about three or four hours, Sophie’s consciousness gradually began to return.
The vehicle bumped along as Sophie moved her body, realizing that her hands and feet were bound.
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