Chapter 285
Before Elara went to meet Priscilla, she had told Finnegan of her whereabouts.
Uncomfortable with the idea of her going alone, Finnegan arranged for several bodyguards to hide in the shadows and watch over her.
The bodyguards stationed in the parking garage noticed the elevator doors opening. Someone stepped inside, and moments later, a black van pulled up and stopped right in front of the doors.
A masked man emerged, carrying an unconscious Elara on his back. Sensing that something was wrong, the bodyguards sprang into action, rushing toward the scene.
But they were too late. Elara was shoved into the van, and the black vehicle sped off toward the exit.
“Ms. Jones has been taken! Requesting backup!” One of the bodyguards immediately called for reinforcements through his radio.
A second bodyguard jumped into a car and gave chase, but before he could catch up, another vehicle suddenly swerved into his path, cutting him off.
In an instant, the black van had merged into the traffic and disappeared down the road.
Harvey sat in the backseat of the van with an unreadable expression. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an air of cold detachment.
Elara lay unconscious on the seat beside him, her head resting on his thigh. Her long, dark hair, which was silky as fine satin, cascaded over her face in disarray,
Harvey’s dark eyes flickered downward.
He reached out instinctively, his fingers wanting to brush her hair. But then, he pulled back just as quickly.
When Elara regained consciousness, she was feeling somewhat cold, and a shiver ran through her body. She opened her eyes and noticed that the walls were stark white, yet the lighting was dim.
Meanwhile, Harvey sat in a chair a short distance away, about three feet from where she lay. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs and his fingertips pressed together as if lost in thought.
Elara shifted slightly, and the sharp clinking of metal rang in her ears. Noticing she was awake, Harvey lifted his gaze toward her.
She was kneeling on the floor with her hands suspended above her. It was then that she realized she was wearing the shoes Priscilla had given her. Who on earth had put them on her?
Elara’s eyes locked onto the man in front of her as unease crept into her veins. She twisted her arms, trying to move, but the sound of metal scraping against metal sent a shudder down her spine.
She despised being restrained. The chains clinking with every slight motion made her face turn even paler.
Her first foster parents had feared she would run away, so they had chained her up from the moment she could
crawl.
It had taken Gabriel immense effort to cut off the rusted iron collar from her neck after rescuing her.
Now, the metal rings dug into her wrists, leaving red marks Fury ignited in her eyes as she glared at the man before her.
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Chapter 205
“Harvey Fisher, have you lost your freaking mind?”
He stepped closer, his long legs wrapped in tailored suit pants, towering over her. Still kneeling, Elara looked up
at his shadowed face.
His deep gaze bore into her like an abyss, as if ready to consume her whole.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” she demanded:
“I gave you a chance,” he said coolly, “Since you refused, this is the only way I could see you.”
He crouched down, and Elara met his dark eyes with an icy stare.
“Let me go!” she commanded, enunciating each word clearly.
A flicker of something unfamiliar flashed in Harvey’s gaze Elara had never spoken to him like this before.
Seeing his lack of response, she snapped. “It looks like you don’t care about your future anymore!”
A layer of ice seemed to settle over Harvey’s sharp features Since Dawn’s death, Elara had never seen his brows relax, not even once.
Without a word, he pulled out an old phone and pressed play. A familiar voice rang out.
‘Niamh, where’s my sister–in–law? I can’t find her. She was the one who told me to come here. Can you help me reach her?”
It was Dawn’s voice, and Elara immediately froze.
Harvey lowered his gaze, his voice eerily cold as he said, “This was the last message Dawn sent before she died.”
Elara’s expression hardened as she responded, “First of all, I never asked Dawn to meet me that night. This recording is either fake, or someone used my name to lure her there.”
Harvey’s pitch–black eyes locked onto hers. “I had it examined. There’s no sign of tampering.”
Elara’s breath hitched. “Then someone impersonated me. Where did you even get this recording?”
Before she could finish, a strong hand clamped around her chin. His fingers pressed into her jaw with crushing force, as if intent on breaking it.
