Chapter 337

Viktor Petrov made the call after securing the girls in the locked room.

"We have her. When do we get paid?"

"Did you restrain her properly?"

The voice on the other end was laced with tension.

"Relax. We always deliver what our clients ask for."

Viktor paused, then added with a dark chuckle, "Even if she weren't tied up, do you really think Evelyn Carter could escape?"

"Better safe than sorry."

The client wasn't taking any chances. Even if the odds were slim, failure wasn't an option.

Viktor scoffed. "When are you coming?"

"Not for another two days. Keep her hydrated but limit her food intake. And don't forget the injections."

Viktor hesitated before replying, "Shouldn't you handle that part?"

"I'm tied up here. Just follow my instructions. I'll pay extra if you administer the doses on schedule."

The man's voice was cold, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Fine."

Viktor hung up, satisfied. Money was all he cared about.

With Interpol closing in, he needed a hefty sum to disappear. This job was easy—quick cash with minimal risk.

"Dmitri, go check on them. Make sure they're still out."

Dmitri Sokolov grumbled under his breath. "After that much sedative? A bear wouldn't wake up, let alone two girls."

"Just do it!"

With a sigh, Dmitri grabbed two water bottles and headed to the rooms.

Adrienne Laurent was still unconscious, her position unchanged.

"Told you."

He moved to Evelyn's room. She lay motionless, her delicate features almost peaceful.

Annoyed at being scolded for nothing, Dmitri slammed the door shut.

"When's the client getting here, boss? This is boring. Let's wrap it up."

"Patience. Two more days. He'll come—he’s already paid the deposit."

Viktor tore into a piece of jerky, chewing aggressively.

"Did you get what I asked for?"

Dmitri and Ivan exchanged uneasy glances.

"We don’t deal with that stuff, boss."

They were criminals, but they had lines they wouldn’t cross.

"Nobody’s asking you to use it. Just prep the syringe and administer it."

Viktor’s gaze flicked toward Evelyn’s door.

Dmitri let out a low whistle.

"Damn. This client’s ruthless."

Not just kidnapping—he wanted her broken. Addicted. A puppet.

Even they had limits.

"Enough chatter. Ivan, you do it."

Viktor didn’t trust Dmitri’s soft spot for pretty faces.

Dmitri smirked at Ivan.

"Good luck, man. When she wakes up begging? You’ll fold."

He’d seen her face. Gorgeous. A shame, really.