One of them noticed Hannah stirring. “The woman’s awake. What do we do now?”
The bald man in charge glanced at her, then went back to his phone. “Ignore her. We’re after Lionel anyway. She’s just bait.”
The bald man’s phone rang. He stood up, holding the phone respectfully with both hands as he walked outside, bowing and scraping as he spoke.
The others instinctively fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
“Hey! Who told you to kidnap me? Are you after Lionel for money or his life?” Hannah suddenly shouted at them.
As expected, the men looked at her in alarm.
“Gag that bitch! Is she crazy, making noise at a time like this?”
A lanky man, thin as a reed, walked over and clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Shh! Shut your mouth. If you say another word, we’ll take turns on you, you hear me?” he hissed.
Hannah’s muffled screams were useless.
When the bald man finished his call and returned, he glared at her, his face etched with displeasure.
“You kidnapped someone, and you didn’t even call Lionel to demand a ransom?”
For a moment, the only sounds in the dilapidated house were the howling wind and pounding rain.
Hannah was speechless.
Weren’t these guys supposed to be professionals? This is almost comical.
“Huh? Do we need to call? His wife gets abducted in front of his family’s home in a storm. We made it pretty obvious, and the security cameras must have caught it. It’s been hours. Her husband will definitely realize she’s missing and figure out a way to find us,” the lanky man said.

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