Chapter 143 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

Grumble, grumble.

Niamh’s stomach began to rumble.

She was kidnapped the moment she left the house before she had the chance to eat anything. Then, they had drugged her with chloroform. Her mind was still foggy and drowsy.

She had to find a way out soon since the chance of getting found was still high by hiding here.

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With the help of a few connections, Kendrick found that the vehicle used to kidnap Nevaeh had run several red lights. Cameras showed it driving into an alleyway, but that was also the last known location of it.

He rushed over immediately. The vehicle had indeed been parked there, but it was also empty now. Kendrick found nothing suspicious about the surroundings.

They had evidently moved Niamh to a secondary location.

The vehicle was a stolen one, thus there were no links to the kidnapper’s identities.

The sky began to darken and Kendrick had yet to find where Vera was. He was beginning to feel frustrated.

Kendrick found it impossible to force himself not to worry, not when Vera looked just like Niamh.

Kendrick no longer wished to see sadness or hurt flash through that face.

He wanted her to be safe.

Following the pavement, Kendrick tried his best to seek even the littlest clue that would point him to Niamh’s location, all as his heart continued to beat erratically.

With every passing minute, Kendrick’s worry grew.

Right at that moment, an anonymous text appeared on his phone. ‘West Waste Paper Factory. She’s there. Save her.’

Kendrick’s eyes shone. He immediately tried to call the number, but it could not connect.

With no time to worry or suspect, Kendrick turned the car around and sped toward the location on the text.

Night fell and Niamh was forced to stay in the same place.

The dark room’s lights brightened and she could see Nevaeh still waiting in the same spot.

Soon after, the men returned empty-handed.

Of course, they had never stopped to think that Niamh was still inside the room and that the cloth was merely a ploy to divert their attention.

The play was a success.

“Useless! All of you!” Nevaeh was infuriated, pointing at the men as she scolded. Then, she left, only to be stopped by the leader who had a scar on his face.

“Sure, she ran off, but we also did work for you today. Pay up.”

Nevaeh scoffed and crossed her arms in all her spoiled rich girl fashion. “You lost the woman and you still want me to pay you? Be grateful that I haven’t taken your life! You useless piece of trash!”

She spared them a belittling eye-roll. No more than two steps later, she was held back by two men.

Furious, Nevaeh turned around to go on a rampage but was instead gifted with a heavy slap across the side of her face. The man with a scar held her by both her cheeks and glared Nevaeh’s arrogance away.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me! Do you have any idea who I am? I—”

“Shut up, you b*tch! I don’t care who you are. We just want the money!” The man with a scar gifted Niamh another slap.

Nevaeh screamed in pain. “Not the face! Anywhere but the face!” she yelled. The wound on her face had yet to be healed and was still wrapped in bandages. One could only imagine how much a slap across her face would hurt.

Such pain was still fresh in Niamh’s mind.

“You just want money, right? I have money! I’ll give it to you! Just let go of me first.” Nevaeh struggled against their hold, her tone turning into a frantic one.

The scarred man replied with a wretched smile. “Too late!”

“Wh-What do you want?” Nevaeh was starting to feel afraid.

“What do we want?” The man with a scar pinched Nevaeh by the chin. “We took the job thinking we’d get to touch and be paid. Instead, what we get is you being difficult and the person running away. So tell me, shouldn’t you repay us somehow?”

The words placed Nevaeh in a few seconds of stunned stupor before she ultimately gave an arrogant smile. “You want me to spend the night with you? Hah! Have you seen yourself? What makes you think trash like you would have the right to sleep with me? Have you any idea who my fiancé is? He’s Glendale’s—”

Rip! The men began to tear Nevaeh’s clothing before she could even finish speaking. “You b*tch! I’d play along if I were you. I’ll make you pay the price if you continue being difficult!”

“Ah!”

Nevaeh shrieked as they dragged her to the floor.

Raising a fist, Niamh was about to step forward with the mind to stop them. However, she hesitated when she remembered the things Nevaeh had done to her.

She would have been the one in Nevaeh’s place instead had she not thought of a plan to save herself.

Nevaeh had this coming for her, did she not?

Perhaps this was karma.

“What a sl*t. You say you don’t want it, but you sure don’t act like it,” the scarred man spoke wretchedly.

Niamh had indeed heard Nevaeh fighting back, but her tone changed somewhere in the middle into something more akin to pleasure.

Niamh found herself feeling sick in the face of Nevaeh’s enjoyment.

Not that she was surprised. Nevaeh had always been a philanderous one. Her private life was a complete mess when she was a student.

Niamh could not help but laugh at the thought that Kendrick had been loving such a woman all these years.

‘Look, Kendrick Waldburg. This is your goddess of purity.

‘What a blind man you are.’

Niamh could not help but raise her arms over her ears in disgust when she heard Nevaeh moan. When her hands were hovering over her ears, Niamh was shocked to find a rat dash by her feet.

Startled, Niamh instinctively moved out of the way only to fall onto the ground as her legs cramped up due to squatting for a long period of time. The cardboard boxes beside her fell with.

All lewd sounds came to a halt at the same time as several pairs of eyes stared into the small room.

“Did I hear something?”

“F*ck! Has that chick been inside all along? She didn’t run off at all!”

“Now we’re playing! Two of you, go in and search!”

The two thugs immediately ran to the darkened room, groping around for there was no source of light to guide their way. Right as they were about to reach for their phones, they saw a black shadow dash past them from the wall behind.

The two quickly turned their heads back. Using the lapse in time, Niamh threw the chair in her hand at them before turning around and running outside.

The thugs reflexively held their arms out to brace themselves. “F*ck! The chick really is here!”

“Catch her!”

Knowing that it was now pointless to keep on hiding, Niamh decided that she would not sit and wait for them to find her. Using their blindspots against them, Niamh ran out just as they entered the room.

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