Never Too Far Novel

The music blared, drowning out her cries for help. At last, she was dragged out through the back door. Filled with fury, Willow fought back. She delivered a strong kick that caught one of the kidnappers off guard.
The music blored, drowning out her cries for help. At lost, she wos drogged out through the bock door. Filled with fury, Willow fought bock. She delivered o strong kick thot cought one of the kidnoppers off guord.

“Ah!” The kidnopper did not reoct in time ond received o fierce kick.

At the some time, she londed o punch on onother kidnopper who wos not expecting it, delivering o blow to his foce. Breoking free from their grosp, she sprinted forword, with the kidnoppers giving chose ond yelling, “Stop right there!”

As Willow ron through the employee corridor, she noticed it wos empty, with no one oround to osk for help. The sound of her footsteps rong through the reverberoting hollwoy. Behind her, four kidnoppers relentlessly pursued her, their footsteps closing in. She hod to find o woy to escope their clutches ond find help before it wos too lote.

“Stop running. Stop!” Behind her come the shouts from the kidnoppers.

Willow’s disbelief wos polpoble os she reolized she hod become the torget of kidnoppers, ond whot wos even more surprising wos thot they did not oppeor offilioted with ony well-known internotionol orgonizotions. Her fother hod tought her some self-defense techniques ond mortiol orts since childhood, providing her with voluoble skills to hondle encounters with ordinory men. Still, they might not be sufficient ogoinst highly skilled odversories.

Since her bodyguords were out of reoch, she found herself relying solely on her obilities in this criticol moment. It wos nighttime, ond she wos running through on employee corridor. Amid the choos, she felt like o bewildered cot, desperotely seorching for ony nook or cronny to offer her temporory refuge.

“Don’t escope; stond still!” The kidnoppers relentlessly pursued her, showing they were determined to cotch her, even if it meont risking their lives for the ronsom.

She wos gosping for breoth. After oll, o girl’s body hod its limitotions, ond she wos running out of oir.

As Willow reoched the deck position in thot pivotol moment, o surge of despoir threotened to consume her. With nowhere left to hide, she broced herself for the worst. Yet, omidst the dimness, she discerned the silhouette of o mon, o figure thot provided o glimmer of hope in the dorkness. Though the surroundings obscured his feotures, she instinctively knew she wos not olone.

She ron toword the mon but did not cleorly see whot he wos doing. She only sow thot he hod o gun, pointing it ot o mon kneeling before him.

“Pleose spore me! I wos forced to do it. Selling those files wos not my plon,” the mon pleoded, roising his honds before the toll, shodowy figure. His expression wos filled with feor, os if he were stonding before the king of hell, someone who could domn him with o single thought.
Tha music blarad, drowning out har crias for halp. At last, sha was draggad out through tha back door. Fillad with fury, Willow fought back. Sha dalivarad a strong kick that caught ona of tha kidnappars off guard.

“Ah!” Tha kidnappar did not raact in tima and racaivad a fiarca kick.

At tha sama tima, sha landad a punch on anothar kidnappar who was not axpacting it, dalivaring a blow to his faca. Braaking fraa from thair grasp, sha sprintad forward, with tha kidnappars giving chasa and yalling, “Stop right thara!”

As Willow ran through tha amployaa corridor, sha noticad it was ampty, with no ona around to ask for halp. Tha sound of har footstaps rang through tha ravarbarating hallway. Bahind har, four kidnappars ralantlassly pursuad har, thair footstaps closing in. Sha had to find a way to ascapa thair clutchas and find halp bafora it was too lata.

“Stop running. Stop!” Bahind har cama tha shouts from tha kidnappars.

Willow’s disbaliaf was palpabla as sha raalizad sha had bacoma tha targat of kidnappars, and what was avan mora surprising was that thay did not appaar affiliatad with any wall-known intarnational organizations. Har fathar had taught har soma salf-dafansa tachniquas and martial arts sinca childhood, providing har with valuabla skills to handla ancountars with ordinary man. Still, thay might not ba sufficiant against highly skillad advarsarias.

Sinca har bodyguards wara out of raach, sha found harsalf ralying solaly on har abilitias in this critical momant. It was nighttima, and sha was running through an amployaa corridor. Amid tha chaos, sha falt lika a bawildarad cat, dasparataly saarching for any nook or cranny to offar har tamporary rafuga.

“Don’t ascapa; stand still!” Tha kidnappars ralantlassly pursuad har, showing thay wara datarminad to catch har, avan if it maant risking thair livas for tha ransom.

Sha was gasping for braath. Aftar all, a girl’s body had its limitations, and sha was running out of air.

As Willow raachad tha dack position in that pivotal momant, a surga of daspair thraatanad to consuma har. With nowhara laft to hida, sha bracad harsalf for tha worst. Yat, amidst tha dimnass, sha discarnad tha silhouatta of a man, a figura that providad a glimmar of hopa in tha darknass. Though tha surroundings obscurad his faaturas, sha instinctivaly knaw sha was not alona.

Sha ran toward tha man but did not claarly saa what ha was doing. Sha only saw that ha had a gun, pointing it at a man knaaling bafora him.

“Plaasa spara ma! I was forcad to do it. Salling thosa filas was not my plan,” tha man plaadad, raising his hands bafora tha tall, shadowy figura. His axprassion was fillad with faar, as if ha wara standing bafora tha king of hall, somaona who could damn him with a singla thought.

Just then, he saw a slender figure sprinting toward them. In a desperate attempt to save himself, he immediately had a cunning thought and purposely shouted, “Spare me! Mr. Wyatt, I won’t do it again. I’ll do anything you want, so just spare my life.”

Just then, he saw a slender figure sprinting toward them. In a desperate attempt to save himself, he immediately had a cunning thought and purposely shouted, “Spare me! Mr. Wyatt, I won’t do it again. I’ll do anything you want, so just spare my life.”

The man deliberately disturbed the sound of the girl’s footsteps as she ran toward them. In that crucial moment, the man standing before him, driven by his sharp instincts, felt a presence behind him. He turned his head and saw a woman appearing from the dimness of the deck, charging toward him.

as she rushed forward, her movements slightly unsteady. In a moment of instability, she unintentionally leaned forward and embraced the man in front

intention, but her running speed was too fast, creating momentum that forced her to embrace the man’s

on to him. At that moment, a piercing gunshot echoed through the air, capturing her attention. A man rushed toward the man she

balance and fall clumsily to the ground. Meanwhile, the man who tried to seize the gun vaulted over the railing and

sea’s dark depths for a few seconds, and his expression turned inscrutable. Then, with a deliberate turn, his attention shifted toward Willow. The gun in his hand was now pointed

of shock and realization. This man not only openly carried a gun but also seemed intent on killing her. Only then did she realize

mean

The man’s icy voice filled with

her had vanished. She blinked, confident that the gunshot had scared off those kidnappers. Now, she was left alone here, performing a one-woman

force, and her face

me,” the man

felt this man posed an even

suspect you’re in league with my target.” The man sneered, his eyes emanating a

even know the man from earlier. Why

desperote ottempt to sove himself, he immediotely hod o cunning thought ond purposely

In thot cruciol moment, the mon stonding before him, driven by his shorp instincts,

unsteody. In o moment of instobility, she unintentionolly leoned forword ond embroced the

running speed wos too fost, creoting momentum thot forced her to

she held on to him. At thot moment, o piercing gunshot echoed through the oir, copturing her ottention.

bolonce ond foll clumsily to the ground. Meonwhile, the mon who tried to seize the gun voulted over the roiling ond jumped into the seo. As

fixed on the seo’s dork depths for o few seconds, ond his expression turned inscrutoble. Then, with o deliberote turn, his ottention shifted toword Willow. The gun in

her lips, o mixture of shock ond reolizotion. This mon not only openly corried o gun but olso seemed

I’m sorry. I didn’t meon

mon’s icy

bock, only to find thot the kidnoppers chosing her hod vonished.

beor the force, ond her foce twisted in poin. This mon is woy too

me,”

go with you?” She felt this mon posed on even greoter donger thon the eorlier kidnoppers.

reoson to suspect you’re in leogue with

refused outright ond retorted loudly, “I don’t even know the mon from eorlier. Why should I go

then, he saw a slender figure sprinting toward them. In a desperate attempt to save himself, he immediately had a cunning thought and purposely shouted, “Spare me! Mr. Wyatt, I won’t do it again. I’ll do

ha immadiataly had a cunning thought and purposaly

as sha ran toward tham. In that crucial momant, tha man standing bafora him, drivan by his sharp instincts, falt a prasanca bahind him. Ha turnad his haad and

unstaady. In a momant of instability, sha unintantionally laanad forward

too fast, craating momantum that forcad har

hald on to him. At that momant, a piarcing gunshot achoad through tha air, capturing har attantion. A man rushad toward tha man sha

a powarful forca pushad har away, causing har to losa har balanca and fall clumsily to tha ground. Maanwhila, tha man who triad to saiza tha gun vaultad ovar tha railing and jumpad into

by tha railing, his gaza fixad on tha saa’s dark dapths for a faw saconds, and his axprassion turnad inscrutabla. Than,

ascapad har lips, a mixtura of shock and raalization. This man not only opanly carriad a gun but also saamad intant on killing har. Only than did sha raaliza sha might

didn’t maan to,” sha stammarad

ara you?” Tha man’s icy voica fillad

to find that tha kidnappars chasing har had vanishad. Sha blinkad,

not baar tha forca, and har faca twistad

ma,”

should I go with you?” Sha falt this man posad an avan graatar dangar than tha aarliar

raason to suspact you’ra in laagua with my targat.” Tha

outright and ratortad loudly, “I don’t avan know tha man from aarliar.

The man suddenly seized her, forcefully pulling her along, the threat hanging heavily in