Since none of the calls was connecting, Sylas decided to take another approach and do sothing else. After a brief thought, he made a decision.
If by morning there wasn’t any response from them, then perhaps taking a trip to the Allen Group and asking to see Jessica might open the situation up.
Maybe he would get to hear the whispers, the fears and possibly the rumors that might have shaken the group after the accident.
Above all, he hated being kept in the dark. And with Jessica having laid off several staff mbers of the Group, he no longer had any insider feeding him information.
"It seems I should have taken this step earlier," he muttered under his breath. "I guess I’ll be starting all over again. But maybe this ti, it’ll finally be for the best."
As he turned toward his study to deal with other matters, his phone rang. He pulled it out. The screen lit up with the truck driver’s number.
"Sir, we are done," the man said, his voice calm and composed.
Sylas listened in silence, straining to catch any background noise around the man. But all he heard was an eerie calmness, quiet and the kind of silence that felt like soone hiding in the shadows.
"Who are you with?" Sylas asked, his voice clipped.
The man hesitated briefly. "Sir... after the job was done, the scene beca chaotic. I had to leave without waiting for the rest. At the mont, I’m alone."
Sylas’s breath grew heavy. This wasn’t the answer he wanted.
How could the scene beco so chaotic that they scattered without confirming if she was actually dead, unlike the case of Davis?
He had instructed them to handle it on a lonely road, a place where rescue would be nearly impossible.
And now this man dared to ntion a chaotic scene. Unless soone else had dipped their hand into the plan.
He couldn’t help but wonder what the result might be. Is she dead? Or alive. It seems only ti will give this response.
What happened?" Sylas demanded.
"We didn’t expect the Allen security team to be nearby during the accident. When they appeared, we had no choice but to abandon the scene to avoid being captured."
"Are you saying you escaped them?" His voice dropped, careful and tentative. Even now he hoped the ss hadn’t left any trace.
That was the reason he had prepared this feast tonight, to erase everyone connected to this plan.
"Yes. I managed to lose them from my trail."
"Does that an you can co over now for your balance?" Sylas pressed. Taking them one after another might always be less ssy.
"I would prefer a funds transfer," the man said cautiously.
"Haven’t you read the news? My accounts were frozen. Confiscated by the law," Sylas replied pensively, his eyes narrowing with undisguised coldness.
"Sir, I can’t expose myself to the Allen security team at the mont, I am not ready to lose my life... I still have a family to care for."
Sylas opened his mouth to speak, but the line went dead. The sharp beeping sound echoed in his ear. His fist tightened around the phone.
This wasn’t the plan. None of this was what he had envisioned. He would not and could not...allow a re truck driver to ruin everything . Rage swelled in his chest.
Before he could redial, another call ca in. This ti, another person repeating the sa story and the sa excuse of running away from the Allen family.
His brow furrowed deeply. "Why does this feel... off?" he muttered.
He took a long breath. If Mohamd could not go to the mountain, then the mountain would go to Mohamd.
His gaze shifted to the lavish banquet laid before him, food steaming, wine untouched, yet they are about to end up in the trash can, he rubbed his brow, his frustration bubbling over.
~Elsewhere~
The room was brightly lit, every corner covered by caras. Angled lenses ensured no blind spot remained.
Communication devices, synthesizers, call trackers, recorders, and glowing monitors lined the walls in perfect order.
A few young n sat bound tightly to chairs. Sweat beaded on their foreheads and their body clammy from the sweat, their ssy hair clinging damply across their temples.
They stared at the guards standing watch, their hearts pounding. "We’ve already done what you asked," one of them muttered, voice trembling.
"Of course you have," a guard replied coldly. "But that doesn’t erase the cris you committed."
If not for Davis’s order, he would have made these fools live a life worse than death. He couldn’t stop imagining their guts.
But Davis wanted them alive, useful. Make them bait for the man behind the curtain.
"What more do you want from us?" one of them snapped, eyes boring into the guard.
The guard raised a brow inquisitively "What more do I want from you?" He tapped his cheek briefly, "very simple, your life."
The other man paled "You..u don’t...an that right? We are only doing ...."He stamred but a cold glare from the guard had him shut up.
"You can’t do such, it’s totally..."
The guard chuckled darkly. "Do you really not understand your situation?" He cast a glance at his colleague. "Remind him not to talk too much. It wouldn’t be... healthy."
The other guard nodded, flexing his knuckles, stepping forward with the eagerness of a predator. But the voice of the Chief Guard halted him mid-step.
"No bruises," he ordered. "The boss won’t like it. Besides" his lips curled into a cruel smirk "we still need to have so fun with the man hiding in the shadows."
His words sent shivers down the captives’ spines. They could feel the hungry energy radiating from the guard who was itching to hurt them.
Since their capture, they had been bound here, helpless. Hours dragged on and at so point, they wondered if they had forgotten. It should be night already.
Earlier, the Chief Guard had promised them freedom if they completed a minor task...just luring their master out. But now... it was clear this wasn’t so simple.
Who would have thought it wasn’t just a simple task.
With a click, a wall socket was switched on, their gaze snapped toward the sound.
With a sharp click, a socket snapped on. Their eyes darted to the sound.
Their breath hitched, eyes widened like saucers at the sight of the sleek black rod, sparking with visible blue arcs at the prong while it humd like a swarm of angry bees.
The guard held it casually as if it were nothing more than an extension of his arm. Their ears buzzed at the crackling sound that filled the room, drowning out their frantic heartbeats.
The guard chuckled darkly, "This is just a glimpse."
"What... what are you trying to do wi...AAAARGHHH!"
AAAARGHHH!"
AAAARGHHH!"
His scream tore through the night and the apartnt as it echoed into the distance.
All night long, the guards inflicted torture in carefully asured doses. Pain seared through the n, but not a single bruise was left on their skin; nothing that would raise Sylas Louis’s suspicion when he finally ca to et them.
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