CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: THIS IS JUST A WARNING

"Godfery, you should know, the Shaw family doesn’t fear anything."

Godfery Shaw’s eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Uncle, haven’t I done enough for the Shaw family over these years?"

The tone didn’t sound like he was speaking to an elder; instead, it was as if he was speaking to a hated enemy.

The old man replied coldly: "Not enough. Don’t forget, you’re not the only candidate. If you fail, think about whether your mother can bear the consequences."

After a long and oppressive silence.

Godfery Shaw’s hoarse voice said, "Release her, and I know what to do."

The old man’s voice remained aloof and heartless: "Remember, this is just a warning."

The call was disconnected.

Godfery Shaw fell into a suffocating silence.

He should have guessed earlier. In Aning City, it’s impossible for someone to cut off all clues under his thorough investigation, as if they vanished from the world.

It could only be the Shaw family in Capital City.

The Shaw family had always been watching him.

Everyone thought he was one of the predetermined successors of the Shaw family in Capital City, but no one knew that all the heirs displayed openly were just a bunch of pitiful wretches.

They were all just knives prepared for that person!

Before he became strong enough to have his say, he couldn’t possess anything important.

Hide it!

Keep hidden those feelings that have been concealed for so long!

In an instant, the personality in Godfery Shaw that had shown signs of briefly merging recently split apart again.

He became once again the strong and indifferent Young Master Shaw.

...

Abandoned warehouse.

Amelia Wright never resisted.

Perhaps a sickly woman with a young child was too weak a combination, so after dark, the guards relaxed considerably.

There were initially eight people rotating shifts, but it was reduced to four.

Now, one person went to eat, one was resting, and two were guarding the door.

Amelia Wright never thought of waiting obediently for rescue.

In her heart, she always thought of relying on herself.

Night fell.

This abandoned warehouse was very secluded, without power, and there was a fire lit not far away, illuminating the surroundings, but the light was still dim.

After dark, the conditions were favorable for Amelia Wright.

A few days ago, when her vision was unclear, she actually got used to this state of darkness, allowing her to move more freely than ordinary people in the dark.

Amelia Wright whispered to Emily Allen, "Wait here in the corner, no matter what sounds you hear, don’t run around. Can you do that?"

Emily Allen nodded obediently.

Amelia Wright said firmly, "Don’t be afraid, I will take you with me."

The child’s big black eyes looked cleaner than the moonlight in the night.

Amelia positioned Emily in the corner and then stepped forward to knock on the door.

A door opened by a black-clad kidnapper, who asked expressionlessly, "What is it?"

Amelia Wright, breathing heavily and showing signs of an asthma attack, said, "I have asthma. I need medication."

The black-clad kidnapper looked grim: "Where can we find medicine at this hour? Bear with it."

Amelia coughed a few times, her voice growing weaker: "Without medication, I’ll die."

The man hesitated.

Severe asthma can lead to inability to breathe, even death; anyone who isn’t a medical expert knows that.

The main thing was Amelia Wright’s pale, sickly appearance was so deceptive.

The orders concerning this woman were clear: no harm beyond kidnapping, and certainly not letting her die.

After all, a sickly woman and a child as a burden couldn’t escape.

The man instructed one of the other kidnappers: "Stop eating and go to the nearest pharmacy or hospital to get emergency asthma medication."

The person eating acknowledged the request, picked up their lunchbox, and got into the car.

Now there were only three left.

Two were on guard, and one was resting in the tent.

That’s about right.

Seeing Amelia Wright still standing there, the kidnapper frowned and said, "Someone’s gone to get you medicine. What are you standing there for? Go back into the warehouse."

Under the night, Amelia Wright curved her lips into a smile.

She suddenly kicked the man’s knee with all the strength she could muster.

The man, caught off guard, never expected this seemingly dying woman to strike and was kicked onto his knees.

Before he could get up, Amelia Wright covered his nose and mouth with a drugged cloth.

In the next moment, the man passed out.

The entire process was clean and swift.

The opposite kidnapper finally reacted and punched Amelia Wright.

Amelia Wright dodged adeptly, somehow producing a knife, and directly stabbed.

"We really underestimated you. Your skills are quite good."

Amelia Wright just gripped the knife tightly, saying nothing.

The knife and cloth were things she had prepared in advance when coming to find the child, unused against Alma Cooper, but now they came in handy.

After a few moves, Amelia knew things weren’t going well because her body was too weak.

Even with sufficient combat skills to predict the man’s attack, her body’s reaction speed couldn’t keep up. The knife was smeared with a drug, but she couldn’t hurt him.

After a few moves, the man grabbed her left hand, attempting to break her hand bones.

Amelia saw an opportunity.

She grabbed the knife and directly stabbed it into her own left hand.

The knife pierced through her palm, also injuring the man.

She didn’t hesitate to use such a self-harming method in combat.

The man released her, exclaiming, "Crazy!"

Amelia quickly swallowed two antidote pills.

In the next instant, she stumbled, but the kidnapper collapsed without warning.

Amelia looked at the wound on her palm. The last time, the cut from the scissors hadn’t fully healed, and this time it was injured even more.

But Amelia seemed completely unconcerned, using the knife to cut a piece of her clothing and wrapped it around her palm. She put away the knife and quickly headed into the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse.

Emily Allen waited obediently in the darkness, unsure if the lady would return, unsure if he would be abandoned again.

It was like gambling his future life on a bet, betting that she would come back.

Time passed second by second until the warehouse door was pushed open again.

Though there was no light under the night, Emily felt as if he saw light and smiled for the first time.

Amelia Wright ran towards Emily Allen, picked him up, and whispered, "It’s okay now."

The man resting in the tent hadn’t awoken, and the one who went to buy medicine hadn’t returned.

Amelia took Emily Allen out, grabbing the car keys from the unconscious kidnapper, and quickly drove away.

She didn’t stop to contact Godfery Shaw because the phone wasn’t retrieved.

She didn’t know when their pursuers might appear. Perhaps just a second of delay would mean being caught again.

Amelia drove away as fast as she could towards the Imperial Garden.

At the same time, Godfery Shaw in the Imperial Garden was no longer trying to find someone.

He just sat quietly on the sofa, his entire being shrouded in a shadow of darkness, terrifying to behold.

At this moment, the phone rang.

It was the Shaw family again.

Godfery’s eyes flashed with aversion and rage, but he still answered the call expressionlessly.

"Uncle, is there something else?"

The old man’s voice on the other side had lost its previous high and mighty control, replaced by a touch of dissatisfaction: "Godfery, you’ve really taught her well. She managed to escape from my men."