The Battle For The Blackwell Empire

Victor stood frozen for a moment, then let out a long breath. His boss was completely serious about this woman.

It had been years since he had seen him this enraged.

Victor could only pray that the kidnappers weren't from the Blackwell family. If they were, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Meanwhile, on a desolate coastal road outside the city, a white van screeched to a halt.

The men inside yanked Elena out, dragging her onto the cold pavement.

The salty sea breeze stung her face, and she slowly regained consciousness.

Her wrists were bound tightly. She struggled, but it was useless.

"Who are you? Let me go!"

Elena was terrified, her entire body trembling as she struggled against her captors.

The two men holding her were complete opposites—one tall and lean, the other short and stocky. Their faces were concealed beneath black cloth, making it impossible for her to recognize them.