The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Amid the chaos, Cedrick’s voice grew louder. “Maricela, are you okay? Can you hear me? Let her speak!”

That last roar was directed at the kidnappers.

“Cedrick!

Cedrick, I’m here!

Cedrick, save me!”

Maricela screamed.

“Maricela!

It’s okay!

Don’t panic, don’t be scared, I’m coming!

Cedrick’s here!”

Cedrick’s voice grew urgent.

Soon, Cedrick appeared at the 11th–floor stairwell.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, his usually immaculate hair plastered to his forehead.

His first act was to lock eyes with Maricela. “Maricela, are you hurt?”

Maricela only shook her head, sobbing.

Cedrick visibly relaxed before snapping at the gray–clad man, “You’d better not have harmed a single hair on her head!”

The gray–clad man chuckled. “Interesting.”

“Relax. We want money. Get the cash ready and we’ll talk,” the yellow–clad one added.

The gray–clad man yanked Maricela up, pressing a dagger to her throat.

Cedrick exploded. “What are you doing?

Release her!”

The gray–clad man sneered. “Toss the money first, then we release her.”

“Release her first!” Cedrick commanded.

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Chapter 177

“Well then… let’s play a game,” the gray–clad man signaled to his partner.

The yellow–clad man dragged Lucille from the corner.

Cedrick’s expression shifted violently upon seeing Lucille. “Why are you here?”

His voice turned icy.

Lucille stayed silent–gagged, she couldn’t speak. Had he really not noticed her presence all this time?

Though hidden in the shadows behind the thugs, his focus had been entirely on Maricela.

“Mr. Maynard, which of these two is actually your wife?”

The gray–clad man leered.

Cedrick understood instantly.

His troublesome father–in–law must have boasted about his wealth, provoking these men to kidnap his wife.

Somehow, they’d grabbed both women.

“What do you want?” Cedrick’s face darkened.

“Choose. Who stays?”

Both thugs pressed daggers against Lucille and Maricela’s faces, stepping closer together.

“Let me go!”

Lucille suddenly struggled toward the window–a gaping frame without glass in the Abandoned Building.

The yellow–clad man seized her. “Bitch! Think you’ll jump? Go ahead, jump!”

He forced Lucille to peer down at the eleven–story drop.

“Stop fooling around! She’s his real wife!”

The gray–clad man warned, fearing a dead wife meant no ransom.

The yellow–clad man pressed his blade to Lucille’s cheek.

His partner mirrored the threat against Maricela, grinning wildly at Cedrick.

“Make your choice, Mr. Maynard.”

Cedrick’s gaze swept between Lucille and Maricela.

Maricela was already crying hysterically, “Cedrick, choose Lucille! Don’t worry about me, choose Lucille…”

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Lucille couldn’t be bothered to speak. She knew the answer–if forced to choose between two, Cedrick would un- doubtedly pick Maricela. Wasn’t that obvious?

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