“I should untie you?” Lily asked rhetorically, a gentle smile forming at the corner of her lips as she took another step forward, her eyes fixed on him.. “Why should I untie you? Do you remember what happened in the warehouse when your men caught me? You had the chance to face me then, yet instead of giving me a fair fight, you chose to let them bind me like a prisoner. If you had truly been confident in your strength, you would have untied me and stood against me alone. Perhaps then you would have learned that being a woman does not make me lowly, nor does it make me weak. On the contrary, if I were given the chance to fight you freely, I would beat you without hesitation. But unfortunately for you, I do not believe I have the time to waste on that now.”BlackHood’s face darkened instantly, but almost immediately, a loud, mocking laugh burst from his mouth, the sound echoed through the room.“Untie me and let us have a fair fight then,” he muttered as his laughter began to subside, t

Then, she picked up the phone stand, adjusting the angle so it could capture him clearly. BlackHood noticed what she was doing, and even with blood trickling from his mouth, he managed to make a crooked smile. “You think a video will change anything?” he rasped, his voice laced with mockery.“You could record me a thousand times, Lily, and it would not matter. My father is a man of principle and before he does something, he does calculate the risks that may arise from it. Do you think he will offer you the two hundred billion dollars if he doesn't see me for a year? Never, kid. He will keep tailing you until he catches you. He's not a fool like you”. Lily’s hand tightened on the phone stand as she leaned forward a little. “You’re wrong,” she responded. “Just wait for the result the video will bring. If truly your father values your life or his money, you will surely know that in the nearest future. Just keep chilling there, kid. If he prefers to see your dead body, then he should

Ryker sat alone in his room, folding his arms together. All of a sudden, his phone rang, catching his attention. Without hesitation, he stretched his hands towards it and picked it up. Gently moving it to his ear, he pressed on the receive button and glued the phone to his left ear. It was one of his under cover agents. “Boss,” the caller said, his voice shaking. Ryker leaned back in his chair, his right fingers drumming against the armrest. “Talk to me. Have you seen him?Have you found any trace of BlackHood?”. There was a short pause before the caller replied. “No, sir. Nothing yet. I haven't found any reasonable lead yet.” Hearing this, Ryker’s heart raised as he gently rose slowly from his chair, pacing across his room with his phone glued to his ear. “ No lead at all?" He asked rhetorically, his voice slightly trembling with fear and concern.” Tonight is the fifth day he's been kidnapped. Are you telling me that you haven't found any lead since the past four hours you

“They’re all useless. Every single one of them are useless and greedy. They are all on me after my money, “ Ryker added, his voice echoing in the room. Martins lowered his head, his lips trembling with fear as he wanted to respond.But before he could even say anything, Ryker added, “ Inform every single one of them that the reward has been increased. Instead of the initial one billion dollars, I have increased it to three billion dollars".Martins’ eyes widened as Ryker mentioned the amount. He moved a step closer to Ryker, lowering his voice as he muttered,” Sir….with due respect, sir. I think three billion dollars is too much. You have already promised them one billion dollars which is even more than enough”.Hearing this, Ryker’s rage ignited like a storm. He spun on Martins, his face full of anger as he responded, “ Never!".Shaking his head in disagreement, he added, “ Never in your life disagree with my opinion or decision! Are you ready to sacrifice your blood if anything happ

“Yes, sir.” Martins responded as he slid his phone back into his pocket. Without saying any other word, he moved closer to Sophia and the leader of the warehouse. As he reached where Sophia was, he slid his arm gently under her shoulders and knees. With a low grunt, he lifted her carefully, adjusting her weight against his chest. Her head fell limply to the side, strands of hair moving across his suit. Martins carried her across the room toward the heavy wooden chair positioned near the corner of the room, his shoes moving softly against the shattered glass on the floor.Lowering himself, he placed Sophia on the chair, making sure her back rested firmly against it. Then, he titled her head forward and drew out a thick rope from the side of the wall cabinet. He tied her wrists, moving them behind the chair’s backrest until it became tight. Then, he tied the rope across her midsection, twisting her torso tightly against the chair’s wooden frame.Then, he tied her ankles together at th