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.

over, the two decided to put the matter

buddy! We're free!

our second shot at life, so let's have a good time! What

at the company, Sam and Jacob were engaged in

Sam believed that they should have tried to get the two

a few changes to his plans. After all, Darren had paid them well. They worked for the man. Jacob knew that he should be smarter and more meticulous when dealing with them. These two were now

Darren planned to throw them under the bus, they would definitely panic. Once they reached that point, they would do anything in exchange for safety.

take them in," Jacob smacked his

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

the lights on the streets grew brighter.

the amount of alcohol that they had consumed, the two of them staggered on the road, almost

Just when the two were about to pass out from how drunk they were, a man inside the

as he was

dim light from the

me! Help!" Shreds of wide cloth were stuffed into their mouths, effectively silencing

two were then taken to a small, dark room by

shut, and the night was once more

doing. Perhaps since they had decided not to work

seated on. Their mouths were stuffed

were now. But judging by the distant sound of waves

like a door opening. The reporter vigilantly turned his head toward

anything, he shimmied violently to

Earth for a little more than twenty years. There were a lot of things

do. They had the desire, but not the ability, to escape. They could only listen as the steady sound of footsteps