Chapter 171

Evelyn was exhausted. With one final kick to the overweight kidnapper, she turned to leave.

The screech of rusted metal echoed through the warehouse as the iron door swung open from the outside.

Someone was coming in.

A man stood in the doorway, his silver-dyed hair catching the dim light. A blue diamond stud glinted in his left earlobe.

Evelyn tensed, taking cautious steps back as she assessed him.

The injured kidnappers groaned on the floor, some with broken bones. Yet, at the sight of the silver-haired man, their faces lit up with desperate relief.

"Boss!"

"Thank God you're here! Don't let her get away!"

As he stepped closer, Evelyn got a clear look at his face. His features were sharp, almost too perfect—except for the jagged scar running down his left cheek. It twisted his handsome face into something cruel.

Without hesitation, the silver-haired man stomped on the fat kidnapper's chest. "Pathetic. Can't even handle one woman?"

The man howled in agony, his eyes bulging before he blacked out.

Evelyn's stomach tightened. This wasn't just another thug—he was the one behind this.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

His cold gaze raked over her like she was already dead. "You don't deserve to know."

She didn't flinch. "So, you're here to finish what they started?"

A sneer curled his lips. "Every woman Nathaniel Grayson touches is tainted. Disgusting."

In one swift motion, he pulled a pistol from behind his back and leveled it at her head.

Evelyn's pulse spiked, but her voice stayed steady. "We don't even know each other. Killing me gains you nothing."

His smile was feral, a predator's grin. "Dead hostages don't cause problems later."

His finger tightened on the trigger—

Then his phone rang.

He hesitated, lowering the gun just enough to check the caller. Whatever was said made his expression darken.

"What? How bad is it? I'm on my way."

The moment he turned his back, Evelyn bolted.

One of the men shouted, "Boss! She jumped out the window!"

The silver-haired man whirled, teeth bared in fury. "Damn it!"

But he didn't chase her. He had bigger problems now.

Next time, though—she wouldn't escape.

Above, the roar of helicopter blades cut through the sky.

Lucas, gripping the controls, shouted over the noise. "Sir! Surveillance confirmed the van's location. They're in that abandoned warehouse below!"

Nathaniel's jaw clenched. "Land. Now."