Chapter 148

Everett’s POV Walking out of the hospital, I drove straight to a long-abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. I arrived alone. Miley was locked inside a warehouse, guarded by four private bodyguards. I stopped the car at the gate. The guard approached. I rolled down the driver’s window. He bowed slightly. “Mr. Robinson, Mr. Taylor has already informed me. You may proceed inside.” “Thank you.” I killed the engine and stepped out. The guard opened the door and pointed. “She’s over there.” I followed the direction of his finger. Miley crouched in the corner, her wrists and ankles bound with rope, her mouth sealed with duct tape. Dust clung to her dress; her long hair was disheveled, her once-perfect makeup ruined. The warehouse door behind her slammed shut. Of the four bodyguards, only one stayed inside. The other three spread out to keep watch. Domestic security was far better than abroad. In a suburban warehouse abandoned for years, anyone who showed up was either an ally or an