Chapter 998

The phone's GPS showed Emily Garnache's location near the airport.

They had clearly thrown her phone on the roadside intentionally.

Inside the car, Emily remained unconscious.

She curled up in the backseat, her face pale.

A thug with a pockmarked face toyed with an exquisite watch.

"Know how much this is worth?" He grinned.

His lackeys exchanged glances.

"Boss, how much could some cheap watch be worth?"

"Vacheron Constantin Malte Limited Edition. At least two million." The man waved the watch smugly.

His men gasped.

"This girl's covered in luxury goods." His greedy eyes roamed over Emily's unconscious form.

"Just this necklace could feed us for three years."

The car headed toward a secluded estate in the suburbs.

The compound was heavily guarded, with sentries at every corner.

A bucket of ice water splashed onto Emily's face.

The freezing shock jolted her awake.

A splitting headache made her vision blur.

She found herself tightly bound to a chair.

A dozen hulking men stood before her.

Their leader, a scar-faced brute, stared at her with cold eyes.

Emily trembled violently.

"What...do you want?" Her voice cracked with fear.

The men leered openly.

Her soaked white blouse clung to her body.

"Nice figure." Someone whistled.

Several men stepped forward eagerly.

Emily spotted the guns at their waists.

Terror flooded through her.

"Get away!" She shrank back desperately.

"Don't touch me!"

Scar-face reached for her with a sinister grin.

Emily squeezed her eyes shut in despair.