Chapter 175: Chapter 175

Warren Thornton rolled over several times with the chair, unable to get up for a long while.

"Pack up your things and get out." Elias Sinclair said this without even looking at Warren and left with Quinn Lockwood’s shoulder in his arms.

And none of the staff who used to work under Warren dared to step forward and help him up.

Elias Sinclair not only fired Warren but also uncovered his embezzlement of considerable company funds and his collusion with the finance team to falsify accounts. He frowned, then sent the evidence directly to the prosecutor’s office.

Wave after wave of court summons arrived at Warren’s home, and his house, car, and all assets were directly seized and frozen by the prosecutor’s office.

His elderly father, who never thought his son would commit such conscience-violating acts, was so furious that he had a stroke! Relatives and friends who used to be close to their family also avoided them.

To evade the court summons, Warren dared not even see his family, hiding during the day in underground inns costing tens of dollars a night and only coming out at night.

Sylvia Lawson completely severed ties with Warren, leaving not a trace of affection.

Finally, after days of hiding, Warren couldn’t bear it any longer!

Quinn Lockwood, Elias Sinclair, since you are so unkind, don’t blame him for being unrighteous.

Using the last bit of his savings to bribe a few street thugs to install surveillance cameras near Quinn Lockwood’s house, Warren then hid in the basement all day, using surveillance footage on his computer to find Quinn’s daily routine.

However, during the regular commuting hours, Elias Sinclair would always pick up and drop off Quinn Lockwood. After days of observation, Warren discovered that Quinn would go for a morning run every other day.

Warren prepared the anesthesia and bags in advance, wearing a hat and mask, and crouched on the path where Quinn Lockwood jogged.

At this moment, Quinn was wearing a black and purple yoga outfit, warming up in an empty small square, with earphones playing dynamic music.

After warming up, Quinn began jogging along the path on the square’s edge.

Warren appeared from the corner, glanced around, seeing no one and falling into a surveillance blind spot, his eyes shooting out a sinister gleam, pressing down his hat brim, holding the anesthetic needle, and followed her.

When Quinn realized something was wrong, the man behind her had already wrapped her head with a bag, firmly gripping her wrist and injected a dose of diazepam.

Almost instantly, Quinn lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up, she found herself tightly bound and lying on the ground.

Quinn shook her still groggy head and saw a vague shadow in front, somewhat familiar, but the drug effect hadn’t completely faded, and she couldn’t clearly see.

Looking around, she discovered she was surrounded by empty, dilapidated factories and equipment, her heart skipped a beat.

It seemed she was in a remote, hard-to-locate place.

As if noticing Quinn’s movements, the person held something in his hand and slowly walked to her front.

The person grabbed Quinn and used the handle of a knife to pat her cheek. After seeing his eyes and physique, Quinn confirmed his identity.

"You are Warren Thornton! This behavior is a crime, you’ll go to jail!" Quinn curled her lips, her gaze towards Warren filled with disdain.

She truly didn’t believe he would ruin his life over revenge.

Seeing Quinn’s unafraid posture and her condescending look, a tide of resentment rose in Warren’s heart, pulling out the knife and putting it to her neck.

Anyway, he’s left with only his life, nothing to fear.

"Even if I go to jail, I’ll drag you to the grave." Warren’s rough voice carried intense hatred, his grip on her shoulder growing stronger.

Unexpectedly, this little vixen still recognized him.

Feeling the malicious intent in Warren’s eyes and the cold edge of the blade on her neck, Quinn finally understood he was truly desperate.

Her pupils involuntarily contracted, her hands tightly clenching together, knuckles white, breathing rhythm becoming more chaotic.

Her body was stiff, eyelids slightly trembling, Quinn tightened her fists, unconsciously swallowed, trying to stay calm.

At this moment, the phone in her pocket rang, Warren glared at Quinn fiercely, his expression changing suddenly, putting the knife aside to get her phone.

This was the phone Elias Sinclair had customized for Quinn just this morning, containing only his number.

Seeing Elias Sinclair’s name on the screen, Warren’s expression first turned grim, then paused as if thinking of something. This update ıs available on novel⚑fire.net

"Hello Elias Sinclair, your woman is in my hands now. If you want to save her, hurry and send ten million over." Warren grinned grotesquely, the flesh on his chin piled up, trembling with his grin.

Uncertain of what was said on the other end, Warren suddenly showed a fierce expression, yanking Quinn’s hair.

The sudden pain made Quinn cry out.

"You heard right Elias Sinclair, I’m not joking. I demand you come to the old factory in the west within half an hour, otherwise, you can wait to collect her corpse." Warren appeared impatient, furrowing his brows, then pushing Quinn to the ground.

"Ten million certainly isn’t easy to carry, remember to bring a larger-capacity vehicle, and no calling the cops, or I won’t mind going down with Savannah Lowell." Warren’s somewhat hoarse voice carried viciousness, gritting his teeth, hanging up and stuffing the phone into his pocket.

Squinting his eyes, he scanned Quinn Lockwood lying on the ground from head to toe.

As the call was disconnected, Elias Sinclair suddenly trembled with his fingers, throwing the phone to the ground, his handsome face losing its usual icy composure, features tangled, his complexion pale.

With frantic movements, he picked up the phone from the ground and went directly downstairs to find Joyce Kramer.

Seeing Elias Sinclair’s atypical expression and slightly disordered steps, Joyce couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

She had never seen President Sinclair before; what kind of event could make this man from the shrine so anxious?

"President Sinclair, what happened?" Joyce lifted her eyes to Elias Sinclair, unable to restrain her inquiry.

"Savannah was kidnapped, at the factory in the west district. Go to finance and get ten million for me now." Elias placed both hands on the table, his shoulders trembling slightly, his clear and fresh voice full of urgency and worry, making Joyce feel as if drenched in cold water from head to toe.