A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

The reporter was terrified. Still, he did his best to feign composure. "Jacob, why have you brought us here? You're breaking the law!"

"Exactly! This is kidnapping. And you must know that you're doing a horrible thing!" the "victim" chimed in.

Jacob sneered. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Breaking the law? Kidnapping?" With a wave of his hand, a couple of bodyguards came forward to untie the two men.

The men had not expected Jacob to do such a thing. Suddenly, they regained the courage to speak up against him. "I advise you to let us go as soon as possible, or we will go to the police and report this awful crime!" the reporter swore, raising his voice as he pointed a finger at Jacob.

Annoyed at the men's brazenness, Sam marched forward, determined to teach them a lesson. Jacob, however, stopped him in time with another wave of a hand. He had something else in mind.

He opened his mouth slightly and said, "I think you should listen to your gut, given your current situation. If you're willing to cooperate, you can expect an even bigger reward. From me."

For a moment, the "victim" felt quite tempted. Nevertheless, the thought of his mother in Darren's hands distressed him. While Jacob's offer was tempting, he wouldn't dare risk his mother's well-being. The reporter, on the other hand, was convinced that this was merely a trap. As long as he did not admit to anything, Jacob couldn't harm him.

With this in mind, the two shook their heads, their way of telling Jacob that they had no idea what he was talking about.

Of course, Jacob had expected this. He had just thought that if they knew they could work with him, they might change their minds. However, these two seemed to have no intention of turning against Darren.

"Well, it seems that I've found the wrong men then. You two can go," Jacob said with a shrug, effectively surprising the two. This was far from their wildest dreams. They hadn't seen that coming.

Having been told that they were now free to leave, they didn't want to waste another second in this place. Without delay, they left.

The two ran for as long as their legs could carry them, constantly looking back to see if there were any suspicious people or cars following them. When they were sure that they were safe and unfollowed, they stopped to catch their breath.

"Damn it! He's much less intimidating than I thought!" the reporter exclaimed, gasping for air.

"I thought we were going to die in there," the "victim" agreed with a lingering feeling of fear. The two were overcome with the excitement of escaping the jaws of death. Although they were still quite shaken, they were also happy to have been released without a scratch. They thought that perhaps Jacob had only wanted to frighten them or get them to tell him what they knew.

decided

go, buddy!

shot at life, so let's have a

Sam and Jacob

Sam believed that they should have tried to get the two to tell them the

thought the same at the beginning. However, to prevent the two from attempting to deceive him, he had made a few changes to his plans. After all, Darren had paid them well. They

planned to throw them under the bus, they would definitely panic. Once

take them in," Jacob smacked his lips as he shot Sam a confident

deeply admired Jacob's brilliance. . . . . .

on the streets grew

club. Perhaps owing to the amount of alcohol that they had consumed,

to them now. Just when the two were about to pass out from how drunk they were, a man inside the car waved his hand. Immediately,

you want?" the reporter demanded to know as he was brought back to his senses. The familiar sense of being

dim light from the nearby street lamps could be seen along the dark road.

you doing? Let go of me! Help!" Shreds of wide cloth were stuffed into their mouths,

taken to a small, dark room

was slammed shut, and the night was once more

two wondered if this was Jacob's doing. Perhaps since they had decided not to work

that they were seated on. Their mouths were stuffed with sackcloth

judging by the distant sound of waves

like a door opening. The reporter vigilantly

couldn't see anything, he shimmied violently to try to break himself free.

this Earth for a little more than twenty years. There were a lot of things that he hadn't done yet. Was this the end? These were the only thoughts

tied to the chairs, there was nothing that they could do. They had the desire, but not the ability, to escape. They could only listen as the steady sound of footsteps drew closer and closer.