Chapter 30: Laurent Kidnapped

Laurent voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his fear. He was trying to hide it, but Vadal could see the tremble in his hands, the faint sweat on his brow. Vadal's gaze seemed to pierce through Laurent's facade, seeing the fear and uncertainty that lay beneath.

The air was thick with tension as the two men locked eyes, the only sound the soft hum of the music from the club below. Laurent's smile faltered for a moment, and he looked away, trying to break the spell that Vadal seemed to have cast over him.

But Vadal didn't move, his eyes fixed on Laurent with an unblinking stare. He seemed to be waiting for something, his gaze piercing and unyielding. Laurent felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape from the cold, deadly gaze of the man in front of him.

"What do you tell my wife about me?" Vadal asked, his voice cold and detached. Laurent, who had been sitting on the couch with a woman on his lap, looked up at Vadal with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

Laurent was silent for a moment, a sly smile spreading across his face. Then, he burst out laughing. "So this is all about Lira," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're here to ask me this kind of question? Ha! You're older than this, Vadal. This is just a childish question."

Laurent stood up from the couch, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What can I tell your Lira about you, except that you're rich and outstanding? What else should I tell her?" He took a step closer to Vadal, his voice taking on a mocking tone. "Oh, poor thing. I never told her anything about you. Why should I even do that? She loves me, she loves me so much that she will watch you suffer. Your life and death, she doesn't care."

Laurent shook his head, his expression pitying. "It's a pity, a loveless couple. Although you do love her pretty much, but she loves me, not you. Even your wealth and status can't compare to my charm. And you don't know, you deserve questioning. How can someone reject wealth and status, love and a tall and outstanding young vibrant man like me?"

Laurent's voice was laced with sarcasm, and he took another step closer to Vadal. "Maybe you're not good enough, or maybe you're not good in bed. Whenever we meet, I satisfy her so much that she craves for more, whispering my name, falling in love with me more and more. Ah, and her sweet melody sounds in my ears, she moans like crazy and sings. And you've been married for a year now, but you can't win her heart with all your power and status. What a pity."

Vadal's eyes snapped with anger, his face twisted in a mixture of rage and disgust. He could feel his temper rising to the surface, and he knew that he had to control himself. But Laurent's words had struck a nerve, and he couldn't help but react knowing that what Laurent is saying is all a lie.

Vadal's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, his face twisted in a mask of rage. He took a step closer to Laurent, his fists clenched at his sides.

As they emerged from the private room, the music and laughter of the club seemed to fade into the background. The patrons of the club stopped and stared, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

Vadal dragged Laurent through the club, his face twisted in a mask of rage. Laurent stumbled and tried to keep up, but Vadal didn't seem to care. He was determined to get Laurent out of the club, and he wasn't going to let anyone or anything get in his way.

The bouncers at the club tried to intervene, but Vadal pushed them aside. He was a powerful and wealthy man, and he wasn't going to be stopped by anyone.

Finally, Vadal dragged Laurent out of the club and into the cool night air. The streets were empty and quiet, and the only sound was the distant hum of traffic.

Vadal stopped in front of a black SUV, and he threw Laurent against the side of the vehicle. Laurent groaned and stumbled, his eyes widening in fear.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," Vadal growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to pay for hurting and deceiving my wife.

Laurent tried to speak, but Vadal didn't let him. He punched him again, and Laurent's head snapped back. Vadal opened the boot of His luxurious car and he threw Laurent inside.

As Laurent lay on the floor of the Luxurious car, Vadal walk to the front of his luxurious car, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're going to regret the day you are ever born," Vadal said, his voice cold and detached.

And with that, Vadal slammed the door of the Luxurious car shut, and he got into the driver's seat. He started the engine, and the luxurious car pulled away from the curb, leaving the club and its patrons behind.

Hey stop there," Laurent's men rushed out of the club, guns blazing, they started shooting at the luxurious car. But Vadal was too fast and drive away from the hail of bullets.

"Get in the car!" one of Laurent's men shouted, as they quickly got into their own vehicle to give chase.

They sped after Vadal, their tires screeching as they took the corners. But when they entered the car and chased after Vadal, they didn't see him. The Luxurious car was empty, and Vadal was nowhere to be found.

Ahem, where did they go"

Laurent's men were confused and disoriented. They had been so sure that Vadal was in the luxurious car but now it seemed that he had vanished into thin air.

Just as they were trying to figure out what had happened, Vadal's men appeared out of nowhere, blocking the road and surrounding Laurent's men.

The SUVs screeched to a halt, and Laurent's men were quickly surrounded. Vadal's men were heavily armed and looked like they meant business.

"You're not going anywhere," one of Vadal's men growled, as they trained their guns on Laurent's men.

Laurent's men were caught off guard, and they quickly realized they were outgunned and outmanned. They slowly got out of their vehicle, hands raised in surrender.

Vadal's men quickly took control of the situation, disarming Laurent's men and taking them into custody. But Vadal himself was still nowhere to be found, and Laurent's men were left wondering what had happened to him.