After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

"Gosh! It's already nine in the evening. Lady Mollie!" The driver instantly called Mollie but failed to reach her.

He drove toward the city hall. When he arrived, he only saw the studio hall locked.

The driver dared not delay and immediately returned to Gibson Residence.

The old Mr. Gibson was teasing his parrot. Suddenly Mollie's driver rushed into the living room and asked him anxiously, "Has Lady Mollie returned home, Mr. Gibson?" "No, she hasn't." The old Mr. Gibson looked confused. "Didn't you go to pick her up?" "Mr. Gibson, when | was waiting for Lady Mollie at the studio hall, two men wearing black masks broke into the car and knocked me out. When | woke up, | found they had dumped me with the car in an abandoned garbage station," the driver explained anxiously, sweat oozing on his forehead.

"Then | called Lady Mollie but failed to reach her. She hasn't come home yet. | wonder if she's in danger.” If something happened to Mollie, the driver would be fully responsible.

The parrot's snack dropped. The old Mr. Gibson collapsed onto the floor.

His lips trembled, and the blood drained from his face. "What did you say? Is Mollie missing?" "I guess something has happened to her. Mr. Gibson, we need to look for her," the driver confirmed in a crying tone.

The old Mr. Gibson calmed himself down and returned to his senses.

Immediately, he ordered, "Call Teagan back." Teagan was Mollie's father.

Then he dialed Mayor Cody's number. Without greeting him, the old Mr. Gibson bluntly asked, "Cody, can you give me the surveillance video of the studio hall? My granddaughter is missing." His anxious tone startled Mayor Cody. "Missing? How could it be possible?" The old Mr. Gibson didn't have time to explain to him in detail. "Please give me the surveillance video first. | will call Mr. Hill and let him look for my granddaughter.” He ended the call and dialed the number of the police chief.

After receiving his call, Mr. Hill immediately sent two groups to comb the city for Mollie.

The news was spread.

When Sylvia heard the news from Logan, it was midnight.

While drying her hair, she sipped the lemonade. The news made her pause, a trace of fierceness flashing through her eyes.

"Mollie is missing? Has she been found?" "Not yet." Logan shook his head.

"Send our men to look for her as swell." Sylvia took another sip of the lemonade. "She was my student in performance class for a month. | should help her. Besides, her modern must be canceled if she cannot be found.

"OK, Boss." Logan immediately sent several men to help the police.

"By the way, tell Eden to sing Land of Hope and Glory tomorrow night.” Sylvia looked stern. "His performance for the National Day Gala must match the gala's theme. I'll never allow him to sing pop songs." "Oh... OK." Logan's lips twitched. He was impressed that Sylvia wanted a young idol to sing such a serious song.

Five minutes later, Eden received Logan's phone call. "Logan, your boss has gone too far! Why did she appoint me to sing this song? I'm the king of pop.” "You must obey her unless you want to stop your career," Logan answered in jest.

"No way!" Eden refused angrily. He had turned down other TV stations’ invitations for Logan's sake.

The Larro TV station paid him the least, and Sylvia even appointed him to sing an old song.

He didn’t want to obey her.

Logan drawled, "Well, she'll have more than 100 ways to make you agree. If you don't buy it, have a try." Eden was rendered speechless.

"Think it over, Eden. It's no harm to be obedient to my boss." It was past midnight.

Mollie didn't know where she had been taken to as the car didn't stop until almost two hours later.

After the car was parked, two men dragged her down and into a room.

Then the iron door was slammed shut with a loud bang.

The headgear had been taken off her head. However, her arms and legs were all tied up. She couldn't move freely.

A dimmed, yellow wall lamp lit the room. Mollie could tell it was an old, shabby house and saw some spider webs.

The ground was covered with damp rice straws. The room was cold and humid, almost freezing Mollie at the late night.

In fear, she yelled, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" "What do you want?" "Please open the door and let me go!" "My family is rich. | can pay the ransom. Please let me go!" "Please! | can give you the money. Just name it," she begged.

However, a man roared to reply, "Stop howling! I'm sleeping. Yell again. I'll be the last you see when you can still speak.” Mollie buttoned her lip fearfully, afraid the man would kill her.

It was midnight, and the house should be in a remote area. If the men outside ended her life, she couldn't do anything.

Mollie huddled up in the corner, shivering.

She dared not to move at all.

The damp straws kept reducing her body temperature, making her feel uncomfortable.

Since childhood, she had never suffered like this.

Mollie expected her grandfather to send someone to find and rescue her.

She missed home.

Tears sprung to her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

In the police station, the old Mr. Gibson was too anxious when he waited at home, so he went to the police station for updates.

He was served a high-end green tea but had no mood to drink it.

Mr. Hill also left home and waited at the police station. He consoled the old man, "Miss Gibson will be safe and sound. Please don't worry, Mr. Gibson. I've sent many policemen to comb the city for her. They'll keep us updated on time." "Mr. Hill, as you know, the Gibson family isn't a big family. | only have two grandchildren, Mollie and Edgar. If something happened to my granddaughter, | wouldn't forgive myself." The old Mr. Gibson looked haggard as if he had become aged overnight, tortured by the fact that his granddaughter was kidnapped.

Mollie was his favorite grandchild, and he had never thought she would be missing one day.

He sighed, "It's a planned kidnapping, evidently. The kidnappers sent the driver away before kidnapping my granddaughter.” They had watched the surveillance video countless times.

Seeing his granddaughter be dragged into the car by two sturdy men, the old Mr. Gibson felt heartbroken.

"Rest assured, Mr. Gibson. We will find your granddaughter,” Mr. Hill could only console him.

In the Wilson family's Villa, upon hearing Winter's words, Clark smiled triumphantly.

An evil look appeared on his face. "Sylvia Andrews, | wonder how your modern will be performed tomorrow. Want to make the Wright family your backer, huh? You'd better dream on!" Since having sex with him last time, Winter had feared him by instinct.

She echoed in a low voice, "Clark, you've made a wise move." "I'm going to watch Sylvia Andrews be disdained by the public. I'll push her into the abyss step by step. How dare the bitch provoke me! She deserves to be punished. People who think themselves clever are stupid.” Clark picked up his coffee mug and took a sip, enjoying the bitterness of the black coffee.

He narrowed his gaze, reminding Winter of a viper enjoying his meal.

The scene was horrible.

Winter swallowed. "OK. Please excuse me." She was about to turn away.

"I dare you to leave this room without my permission,” Clark threatened her coldly.

His voice sent a chill down her spine. Winter stiffened, her fingers frozen on the doorknob.

She heard footsteps behind her and almost felt his approaching scent.

Clark wrapped his arms around her slender waist from the back, pressing his chin on her shoulder intimately.

"Do you miss me, Aunt Winter?" Fear surged in Winter's eyes. She stammered in a trembling voice, "Stop it, Clark. We're home. Others will find it." "Aunt Winter, | tried to resist and repress it, but | failed." "I want you. You know I'm always self-restrained. Unfortunately, | decided to follow my instinct." "And you are the gate to the way of my release," he muttered on her lips.