A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 97

When she finished speaking, Elvis's breathing turned suddenly ragged.

"Alright," he replied hoarsely, "I'll come back safe."

The call ended with a burst of static, but Winona kept the phone pressed to her palm for a long time, unable to let go.

Meanwhile, on Elvis's end, the instant the line went dead, his entire demeanor shifted. He lifted his gaze, and a cold, ruthless energy seemed to fill the room.

The foreign man cowering at his feet couldn't help but shudder.

"I—I swear, there's no use asking me! I really don't know where Dr. Cross is…"

Before he could finish, another vicious blow struck him. He howled in pain.

Elvis looked down from above, as if he were staring at nothing more than a carcass.

Lorenzo stood nearby, leaning in to murmur in his ear, "Mr. Rogers, this guy's tough as nails."

Elvis tapped his leather armrest with deliberate, rhythmic fingers.

"It's not that he's tough," he said coldly. "It's that you're not hard enough."

"Understood." Lorenzo nodded at once.

They spoke in English, but the foreigner clearly understood every word. Trembling violently, he broke out in a cold sweat. Choked whimpers escaped his lips, his hands tied behind his back so tightly that blood seeped from his wrists—right where Dr. Cross's custom watch should have been. Now, only a deep, bruised welt remained.

He truly hadn't expected Elvis to have him snatched up straight off the plane.

Clearly, they'd been prepared.

"I swear, I don't know!" the man tried one last desperate plea. "I'm just a nobody in the organization! That watch—I begged for weeks just to get my hands on it! Only the top guys know where Dr. Cross is. They're the ones planning to use her to get ransom from the Rogers family!"

Dr. Cross had been kidnapped by a local crime syndicate during the riots.

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