Chapter 280

Watching the car speed towards an unfamiliar place, Violet Jordan's heart sank into a pit of despair. She couldn’t wrap her mind around why, or more importantly, who would go after her like this. About forty minutes later, the car came to a stop on a stretch of flat, empty ground. Like a lifeless doll, she was dragged out and thrown to the ground. The impact made her groan in pain. Struggling, she lifted her head to look around. Her gaze landed on a wheelchair. For a second, she froze. Slowly, her eyes traveled upward, and there he was—a familiar face. Edward Hawthorne’s grandfather. The moment she realized who it was, Violet let out a short laugh, dusting the dirt off herself as she got to her feet. "Oh, it’s you, Mr. Hawthorne. What’s the game this time? Another round of threats? Or are you here to buy me off again?" The old man stayed calm, unaffected by her taunting. His expression didn't so much as twitch. It was William Brooks, standing behind the wheelchair, who couldn’t stop hi