Joseph Sanders quickly arrived at the police station, retrieved the road surveillance, and identified the vehicle that took Zoey Sanders.
But midway, they drove into a section of the road with no surveillance, and after ten minutes, the car reappeared in the surveillance footage.
"Young Master Sanders, it’s this car. We’ll send the car’s information to Master Cloud."
Joseph Sanders squinted his eyes tightly and raised his hand, "Wait, sothing’s wrong."
The car drove into the side road and then back out towards the entertainnt venue, which clearly didn’t make sense.
If their intention was to take Zoey Sanders out of the entertainnt venue to silence her or do sothing, they wouldn’t bring her back to the venue.
In those ten surveillance-free minutes, they probably already let her off.
As Joseph Sanders hesitated, a van appeared in the surveillance, speeding swiftly towards the suburbs.
The undeveloped suburb was overgrown with weeds, a desolate place, where generally no one would go; if they really were to do sothing to Zoey Sanders, that’s where they would choose.
Joseph Sanders concluded that Zoey Sanders had already been transferred to this van in those ten minutes.
Joseph Sanders was burning with anxiety; several hours had already passed. Had sothing happened to Zoey Sanders?
A bad feeling arose in Joseph Sanders’ heart, and his face beca more somber.
He couldn’t think much, pulled out his phone, and called Liam Cloud while walking out.
Just then, an unknown call ca in, but Joseph Sanders, not in the mood to take unfamiliar calls, hung up without thinking.
He inford Liam Cloud about the van’s direction and imdiately wanted to call the Lewis Family for manpower to search that area.
Before he could dial out, a call from the police ca in.
Just coming out of the police station, Joseph Sanders tightly gripped his phone and imdiately turned back.
"What’s going on?"
"Young Master Sanders, is this your sister’s voice?"
The police played the recording of the recent call for Joseph Sanders: ’My na is Zoey Sanders, I’ve been kidnapped, they’re human traffickers and want to sell , I’m in the suburbs now...’
’You little brat, how dare you run!’
The recording abruptly ended.
Joseph Sanders’ face changed dramatically after hearing the recording, his slightly trembling fingers clenched into a fist, "Yes, it’s my sister. When was this call made?"
The officer replied, "We just received this ergency call. She’s currently in the suburbs, and our tech team has locked onto her phone’s location. Our people are on their way and will do everything to rescue her."
A just-received ergency call!
This ans that Zoey Sanders is still alive and well, and Joseph Sanders’ eyes were full of relief, but relief soon turned to panic.
Zoey Sanders’ voice clearly indicated she called the police secretly and got discovered by the kidnappers.
The kidnappers, knowing she called the police, definitely wouldn’t spare her.
Damn it.
"Please send the location."
Having said that, Joseph Sanders strode out without delay, got into an off-road vehicle, and took off like an arrow with a sharp turn.
...
Zoey Sanders frantically slapped the man who intended harm against her, "Let go of , don’t touch ... help, help... help... mmm..."
"I’ll show you for running, I’ll show you for yelling, I’ll show you for playing !"
"Smack! Smack!"
Two slaps landed on Zoey Sanders’ struggling face.
Zoey Sanders was instantly disoriented by the blows, her whole body aching, her forehead bleeding profusely, leaving her dizzy and drained.
Just when she thought she would be violated by this beast today, the man on her was suddenly pulled away.
"Damn it! Who dares hit ... bro... bro!" He cursed while pulling up his pants, then imdiately cowered.
Zoey Sanders’ cheeks were swollen, her hair ssy, her torn clothing exposing fair skin with bloody scratches. She curled up tightly, eyes filled with fear, like a broken doll.
The one addressed as "bro" looked at Zoey Sanders like that and kicked Victor, "Do you have a death wish? This woman is ant to be sold for money, if you touch her, I’ll chop you up."
Victor shrank his head and quickly said, "Bro, this woman ran away. She even called the police just now. I was just so furious I did it."
The "bro" cast a sharp gaze at Zoey Sanders and kicked Victor again.
"You two useless idiots can’t even guard a woman locked in a cage. What’s the use of you? How did she get out?"
Zoey Sanders’ eyes flashed, and she hurriedly stepped forward to answer before Victor could, "They... they saw a two-million-dollar bracelet on my wrist and tried to snatch it, they wanted to take my bracelet to exchange for money."
"Bro" squinted his eyes sharply, inspecting Victor and another man, "A two-million-dollar bracelet?"
Victor and the other man imdiately denied, "No, bro, she’s lying, there’s no bracelet. She was trying to seduce us, which is why we opened the cage..."
"He has it, believe , the bracelet is in their pockets. They want to pocket it themselves. I just heard them planning, saying if they split it, each would get a million. If four people are involved, they’d only get five hundred thousand, so they didn’t want to tell you."
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