Scarface gave Stanley the address and abruptly hung up the phone.


    Lilian immediately spoke up, "Mr. Hawk, you have to save Jessica1 Her heart isn''t strong; she can''t handle the stress!"


    Samuel nced at Stanley, concern etched on his face. "Wendy''s in their hands too. You have to bring her back."


    Stanley didn''t respond, his expression hardening as he turned and walked out without another word.


    Inside the warehouse, Scarface looked at Wendy and Jessica with a smug smile.


    "Tsk, tsk," he murmured. "You can question the character of the rich, but you can''t question their taste. Mr. Hawk''s ex-wife and girlfriend-you''re both beauties. It''s enough to make anyone jealous."


    One of the men in ck chuckled, "Boss, we still have time. Why don''t you have a little fun with them?"


    Scarface rolled up his sleeves and moved toward Wendy, grabbing her delicate chin. "Why don''t I start with the ex-wife? I''ll see what a woman Mr. Hawk''s been with is like."


    With that, Scarface reached for Wendy''s clothes, intending to tear them off.


    Wendy didn''t flinch. She looked at him with unshakenposure and said, her voice clear, "Touch me, and you''ll regret it."


    Scarface froze.


    He studied Wendy. Despite the swollen, red handprint across her cheek, she remained poised, her eyes clear and fearless. “If you''re lucky, you might walk away with 100 million. But if youy a hand on me, you won''t be leaving here at all."


    Scarface slowly pulled his hand back.


    Jessica shot Wendy a sharp look. "Wendy, you really know how to talk big. Do you think Stanley''sing to save you? No, he''sing to save me! If I hadn''t been kidnapped too, he wouldn''t even care about you!"


    Even now, with everything going on, Jessica still couldn''t help but speak with arrogance. Wendy shot her a cold nce, mocking her for being an idiot.


    Suddenly, a voice came from outside, "Boss, Mr. Hawk''s here."


    Stanley had arrived, and he was fast.


    With a loud bang, the warehouse door was kicked open, letting in a rush of cold air. Standing tall in the doorway was Stanley, hismanding presence filling the space.


    Stanley wore a ck coat that fluttered in the wind. His imposing figure radiated a chilling aura, as if the very air around him grew colder.


    He walked in with long, purposeful strides.


    Scarface stepped forward with a grin. "Mr. Hawk, you''re faster than I expected. You didn''t disappoint me."


    Stanley looked at Scarface, his voice cold. "I want to see them first."


    "Of course," Scarface replied. "Your ex-wife and your girlfriend are right there."


    Stanley walked further into the room and saw Wendy and Jessica, both tied up.


    Jessica''s eyes lit up when she saw Stanley. "Stanley, you''re here! I was so scared, but I knew you''de for me! Please, take me out of here! I don''t want to be here anymore!"


    Stanley briefly nced at Jessica before his gaze settled on Wendy''s face.


    Wendy sat silently on the floor, her eyes calm and clear as she looked up at Stanley.


    Stanley''s eyes immediately caught the swollen handprint on her right cheek.


    Just then, Scarface approached him, a grin still on his face. The women are fine. Have you brought the money?"


    Stanley turned to Scarface, his voice low and dangerous. "Did you p her?"


    Scarface hesitated. "I..."


    Before he could say more, Stanley raised his hand and pped Scarface across the face with a resounding crack.


    Scarface staggered back, clutching his face, eyes wide in disbelief as he stared at Stanley.


    Stanley stood tall, his figure imposing as ever. He smirked slightly.


    "How dare youy a hand on her!"


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