89 A Race Against Time
Chapter 389 A Race Against Time
Then came Lily’s voice–shaky, panicked, unmistakably terrified. “James, call the police, L
“Lily!”
James’s expression changed instantly.
The man with her clearly meant harm.
If he could grow wings and fly straight to her, he would. He wanted nothing more than to shield her, to make sure no one laid a finger on her.
But he couldn’t cross a thousand kilometers in an instant. All he could do was shout through the phone, his voice raw with urgency. “Don’t touch her! I-”
The call cut out.
He redialed immediately, over and over. No answer.
They’d either taken her phone–or already destroyed it.
The next commercial flight wasn’t for another two hours. He couldn’t wait that long.
He called Ashton without hesitation, ordered him to handle everything, and arranged to take a private jet.
The watch he’d given Lily wasn’t just jewelry. It had a miniature camera and a highly sensitive GPS tracker built into it.
He’d installed it for her safety–and she knew.
But now, he worried. What if they noticed and threw it away? What if she’d taken it off after the divorce?
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Still, even with those possibilities looming, he pulled up the last known location from the tracker.
Even with a private jet, it would take him about three hours to get there.
The police would have to act first. They’d be her fastest shot at survival.
He wasted no time. He contacted the local police, shared the location from the tracker, and explained the
urgency.
While speaking with them, he learned that the nearest station was still nearly thirty minutes from the hotel where Lily had stayed.
He also tried calling the hotel.
His first call got through. But the moment he identified himself, the line went dead.
After that, the front desk never answered again.
Something had happened at the hotel. If he could have gotten through to staff, they might have saved her
faster.
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But the front desk refused to pick up.
He even had people look up the hotel’s owner and tried calling them directly–but it was late, and no one answered.
All he could do now was pray the police reached her in time.
But thirty minutes… was enough for a nightmare to unfold.
In thirty minutes, a vibrant, living person could be destroyed.
Please, let it not be too late…
The basement light wasn’t bright.
But after being trapped in pitch black inside a sack, even this dim light stung Lily’s eyes.
She flinched at the sudden glare. As her vision adjusted, she saw two tall, lanky men with rough, dark skin -both around thirty or forty years old.
It was obvious. The traffickers had sold her to them.
And this place… had to be a basement.
Being sold into a remote mountain village was already a near–hopeless situation. Now locked in a basement, her chances of escape were even worse.
But as long as she could still breathe, she couldn’t give up.
If she surrendered, she’d be defiled, discarded, broken beyond repair. Her baby would die.
Ben and Jerry stared, stunned, after pulling the sack off her.
The traffickers had told them this was their best catch yet–beautiful, fertile, worth the price. They’d offered a “friend discount” at eighty thousand yuan.
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