The First Heir

On the way, she called Joel as well. She had been calling him over the past few days, but he never picked up.

Of course, Martha heard the rumor that the Harrises had moved away from Riverdale. Even Ronald’s company had supposedly moved away.

Naturally, Martha was worried.

Joel was her dream son-in-law, after all.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be going to the Hong Kong cafe. Where are you going?”

Martha looked out the window and realized that the cabbie was not going the right way. Where was he heading?

This was the road that led away from the city!

“Hey, do you know the way? If you don’t, I’m getting out!”

Martha had some harsh words for the cabbie. “What an idiot! Why drive a cab when you don’t even know the way? Are you trying to fleece me? I’m no tourist! Put on your meter, I’ll lodge a complaint later!”

and on from the

cabbie wore a cap and

he

desperately, yelling, “I wanna get out! Let me out!

turned, and Martha’s head smashed

realized that she was inside an abandoned factory. Her hands and legs were tied to a wooden chair, and there

Mmmgh-mmgh-mgh!

she kept mumbling

He held a baseball bat,

stalked up to Martha and viciously

Riiip!

lips immediately tore, and she began to

“Ah! Help, help!”

a deep gulp of air and instantly started

one responded to her

horrified Martha coldly. In a low voice, he said, “You can save your breath. We’re more than twenty kilometers away from the city, and this