He thought to himself, “Is this womanpletely oblivious? Hand over ine to you? How will our family exin this to Mr. Webb? I don’t care how you ended up here today. Since you and ine got involved, to avoidplications with my kidnapping of her, I can only take you away!”


    Ignoring Cynthia, he addressed the young men around him, saying, “Tie thisdy up and take her away!”


    Cynthia, hearing this, shouted in anger, “Tie me up?! Do you even know who I am?!”


    Harold retorted with disdain, “I couldn’t care less about who you are. When you and ine are at the brick factory making bricks, you can tell her all about it!”


    He thenmanded the group, “Get both of them!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Cynthia, now hysterical, yelled, “You dare toy a hand on me, I’m Cyn…oo…”


    Before she could finish her sentence, a towel was quickly shoved into her mouth, silencing her. ine faced the same fate; once gagged, Harold ordered, “Get them both in the car, now!”


    The group swiftly escorted ine and Cynthia out through the back door and shoved them into the carriage.


    Turning to the owner of the beauty salon, Harold advised, “Ben, I suggest you leave immediately. Don’t hang around here.”


    The salon owner protested, “No, I still have some second-hand equipment and furniture I need to deal with!”


    Harold pressed, “What’s that little bit of second-hand junk worth to you?”


    “Not much, but better than nothing. I could sell it for ten or twenty thousand,” the owner replied.


    Harold insisted, “Forget about it! How long do you think it will take to get that twenty thousand? If you wait around for such a small amount and end up needing to escape, you’ll regret it! Leave now! Once I’m gone, make sure to exit through the back door quickly!”


    Considering Harold’s words, the beauty salon owner realized, “Yes… the woman who came to ine earlier had apanion waiting outside. If she’s taken away by Harold, the other person will definitelye in to see what’s going on. That could be a disaster!”


    With this thought, he felt a wave of anxiety. He had already made 200,000 dors from Harold and another 50,000 dors from Cynthia; that was a significant amount. If he didn’t leave now and got caught, he would have no one to me but himself!


    He quickly instructed his clerk, “Go tell the technician to pack everything up. We leave in five minutes!”


    The clerk nodded, “Got it, boss!”


    Before long, the van Harold arranged, carrying the bound ine and Cynthia, sped away from the back of the beauty salon.


    Just minutester, the beauty salon owner, along with a clerk and a technician, slipped out through the back door,den with bags of varying sizes.


    Meanwhile, Cynthia’s bodyguard waited by the Rolls-Royce on the street, unaware that Cynthia was being kidnapped in that seemingly ordinary beauty salon.<fn5081> Official source is FindN()vel</fn5081>


    Twenty minutes passed with no sign of Cynthia. The bodyguard pulled out his phone, intending to call her and check in.


    At the same time, the van was making its way out of the city.


    Harold sat in the back seat, wearing a smug expression, while ine, bound tightly,y at his feet.


    He deliberately ced his foot on ine’s face and sneered, “ine, I never thought you’d have such a day!”


    ine could only whimper in response, unable to find her voice.


    Suddenly, from within Cynthia’s bag beside him, a phone rang!