Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 128

Right now, everyone in the studio was completely dumbfounded as they watched this unfold.

The “firefighting hero” was actually… a murderer who let someone die. It was wild news.

And who had switched the studio’s broadcast feed? Where were Jasmine and the kidnapper now? The crowd was very curious.

Just then, Nicolas snapped back to reality, panic flashing across his face. He fumbled for his phone and hastily called the police. “Hello? Police? I need to report a kidnapping…”

Just then, someone in the crowd gasped, “Oh my god, this is a live stream! It’s happening right now!”

The crowd seemed to come to their senses all at once. People started pulling out their phones, searching online. And sure enough, they quickly found the kidnapper’s livestream.

The platform hadn’t yet taken it down, and by now, the stream was already flooded with viewers.

Comments flooded the chat: [What’s going on? Are people seriously this shameless just to blow up their account?]

[Pulling off fake stunts like this? Your account’s about to get nuked!]

[Kidnappers are this cocky now? Do they even care about getting thrown in jail?]

[Can anyone give us a rundown? What’s even happening here?]

Zoya narrowed her eyes at the kidnapper on the screen, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. ‘Why does he look so familiar?‘ she wondered.

“Did anything come to mind?” Wren asked softly, leaning in closer to Zoya.

“I just feel like I’ve seen the kidnapper somewhere before, but I can’t remember where right now,” Zoya replied.

“Looks like that text the reporter got at the orphanage wasn’t just a rumor,” Wren said quietly. “Seems like the so–called ‘firefighting hero‘ really does have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the person who sent that text is this guy.”

Zoya was startled, her mind flashing back to the orphanage. Suddenly, the blurry figure she’d seen there overlapped perfectly with the kidnapper on the live stream.

Zoya pressed her lips together, a lingering feeling gnawing at her. She felt like she had overlooked something important.

Without hesitating, Zoya whipped out her phone, anxiously searching for the information she needed.

Meanwhile, in the livestream, Jasmine’s fear was growing by the second. ‘How does he even have that recording? Who is this guy, really?‘

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“Don’t go. Jasmine, don’t leave me… It’s all your fault…” The agonized cries echoed, raw and desperate.

The man kept replaying the recording, and the agonized screams flooded the studio, making everyone shudder involuntarily.

It was the dying wail of someone being burned alive. The screams lingered for a long time, haunting the room, until finally, they faded into an unsettling silence.

But even without the visuals, it was obvious. The person behind those gut–wrenching screams had been burned alive in the fire.

There wasn’t any live footage, just that haunting audio echoing through the studio.

Just hearing it was enough for everyone to imagine the unbearable agony of being swallowed by flames.

And in the recording, the victim called out Jasmine’s name. It seemed the so–called hero had let someone die.

“No, that’s not true! That recording’s been doctored! Jasmine shouted.

She couldn’t admit it. Because the moment she did, everything would be over.

“Faked?” The kidnapper sneered, “Come on, you can’t even recognize your old colleague’s voice? He was your mentor when you first joined Cloud Airlines. He helped you, recommended you, and gave you chances. And this is how you repaid him?”

Jasmine’s face grew even paler, the color draining away.

The man continued, “That recording isn’t fake. Once it’s examined, they’ll confirm it’s real. It’s your colleague’s actual voice. The time stamp matches perfectly. The night of the border fire. He was on the phone with his son when he caught fire. The phone fell to the ground… and by coincidence, his son recorded the whole thing.”

Jasmine’s body shook. “There… there must be some mistake?”

Nicolas must have realized she was missing by now. He must have called the police. As long as she could hold on, the police would come. She just had to stall for time.

“A mistake?” The kidnapper suddenly yanked Jasmine by the hair and began raining vicious slaps onto her

face.

One slap after another, each one landing with brutal force. Jasmine’s cheeks were quickly swollen and red, her mouth split, and blood seeped out from the corner of her lips.

The man asked, “Do you have any idea what your colleague’s son felt when he heard his father’s dying screams over that phone? Why didn’t you save him? Why? There was a fire extinguisher right there. Why didn’t you put out the flames?”

“I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Jasmine stammered, trembling. “I was separated from him! I wasn’t even nearby! I don’t know why he was calling my name! Maybe… maybe he was hallucinating from the pain…

“Hallucinating?” The man suddenly let go. Jasmine collapsed to the floor.

Suddenly, the kidnapper grabbed a white plastic bucket and dumped some clear liquid right over Jasmine, soaking her from head to toe.

Jasmine shrieked, “No! Stop! What are you trying to do?!”

“What am I doing?” The kidnapper chuckled lowly. “I’m going to let you feel what it’s like to burn alive. Let’s see if you start hallucinating too.” He picked up another white container and poured again, dousing her completely.

“Holy crap, that’s oil! Is he seriously pouring gasoline on her?” someone from the audience yelled.

Nicolas’s heart clenched painfully as he stared at the screen. He could only pray the police would find them soon before it was too late.

“Damn it!” Nicolas gripped Jasmine’s lost phone, his knuckles bone–white. “Why the hell did Jasmine have to get mixed up in this?”

Then he turned to Zoya, his eyes blazing with fury. “This is all on you, Zoya! If anything happens to Jasmine, it’s your fault!”

“My fault?” Zoya shot back, her brows knitting in disbelief. “Nicolas, are you out of your mind?”

“It’s all you!” he shouted, stepping closer. “If you hadn’t played that recording during the interview, if you and the others hadn’t cornered her, she wouldn’t have run back to the dressing room! She wouldn’t have been kidnapped! This is all because of you!”

Zoya scoffed, her anger tipping over into mockery. “You really haven’t changed, have you? Whenever something goes wrong, you always find someone else to blame. You say I drove Jasmine away, then why weren’t you with her? You left with her, didn’t you? So why weren’t you by her side when it happened?”

“I…” Nicolas’s face flushed with anger. “Stop twisting things! I swear, Zoya, if Jasmine gets hurt, I’ll never forgive you!”

Before he could finish, Wren’s foot connected hard with his chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

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