Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 5: Candice found it hard to breathe. The darkness only heightened her anxiety. What did Madilyn mean? Did Greyson want her dead? She had been raped, divorced, and had her family's formula taken away. Now, did he want her dead too? Was Madilyn the only one who wanted to hurt her? Was Greyson in cahoots with her? She couldn't believe it. She heard Madilyn's mad laughter fading into the distance. It seemed she was leaving. Candice was left alone with the hooligans, who dragged her away. She didn't know where they were taking her. Candice had been dragged around for about half an hour.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. The place where she and Madilyn met was near a residential area slated for demolition in the south of the city. Many residents had already moved away. No one would be there at night. "This girl is hot. How about we have some fun with her?" "Don't risk it. Just kill her and throw her in the basement. When the demolishers come tomorrow and destroy the place, no one will know how she died." "That would be a pity! She's really hot. Let's enjoy ourselves first.

There's no rush anyway." "Yeah, I'm aroused just looking at her." "Fine, but be careful. Don't give her a chance to get away." The hooligans eyed Candice lewdly as they laughed. tｅt gαlnovels.ｃοm Candice was in despair hearing their plan. She struggled and kicked with every last ounce of strength left, leaving red marks on her tied wrists. "Damn it!" one of the hooligans cried as he kicked her hard. Candice bent over in pain. Suddenly, another hooligan shouted, "Who's there? I'm warning you-mind your own business and get out of here!" Was someone nearby?

Sure enough, Candice heard footsteps approaching. It was her chance to be saved! She tried her best to break free from the hooligans and rush toward the person. As she fell to the ground, she grasped one of his legs firmly. She couldn't see anything, but that didn't matter. With a hoarse voice, she whispered, "Help me!" The man frowned as he looked at the woman on the ground. Her head was covered with a black sack, and her clothes were dirty. He took a step back in disdain. However, Candice tightened her grip and refused to let go. One of the hooligans, annoyed, lunged forward. "Fuck off!

Or I'll beat you two up!" he snarled. The man frowned harder and kicked the hooligan away. The hooligan fell to the ground, unable to get up again. Then Candice heard all the hooligans screaming. She fumbled for some broken glass nearby and quickly cut the ropes binding her wrists. When her hands were finally free, she hurriedly pulled the sack off her head. She was greeted by the sight of the hooligans struggling painfully on the ground. The man who had helped her was already leaving. She could only see his back.

Maybe it was because he had rescued her, or perhaps for some other reason, she vaguely felt a sense of familiarity with him, as if they had crossed paths before. This man helped her knock down the hooligans but left her behind. He didn't even untie her or say a word. So, did he intend to save her or not? Nevertheless, it didn't matter-she was saved. Candice left the area in a hurry, running until she reached the main road. She couldn't help trembling as she recalled what had happened earlier. She trudged forward numbly, aimless and worn.

Just then, a black Benz pulled up beside her, and Greyson stepped out of the car. She didn't know how he found her. Suddenly, Candice was frightened. Her face turned pale, and she instinctively took a step back. Did he know she was still alive and had come to settle matters in person? Was it necessary for him to kill her? Greyson noticed Candice's alarmed expression and realized she was on guard. His face grew serious as he stepped closer. Candice took another step back and said in a terrified tone, "Are you disappointed that I'm still alive?" "What?" he asked, frowning.

She sneered in disdain. "Don't you want me dead?" "What are you talking about?" Greyson asked, confused. He glared at her suspiciously and continued, "Why are you backing away? Are you feeling guilty?" Seeing that Candice remained silent, he demanded impatiently, "Madilyn has been kidnapped. Are you involved?" Candice was stunned. Madilyn kidnapped? How was that possible? Did Madilyn learn of her escape and now want to frame her? As Candice continued to stay silent, Greyson looked at her with contempt. "I'm warning you, Candice. You'd better not pull any tricks.

If anything happens to her, I will kill you!" he warned disdainfully. . . .