Chapter 722

Chapter 722:
In a chilling tone, the assailant commanded, “Keep walking. Don’t even think about turning around!”
A shiver of dread began at Candice’s spine, spreading outwards until her entire body was slick with fearful perspiration.
Moving a few paces, she puzzled over her predicament. Who could want her in this perilous situation? As far as she knew, she had no quarrels with anyone. And who would suspect she was here on this ordinary night, attending another law firm’s dinner party?
Could the gangster have singled her out, or was he just choosing victims haphazardly? Did he intend to violate her dignity?
A knife pressed to her back, and the stature or prowess of her adversary was unknown. Her meager martial arts training felt futile in such circumstances.
Amid these disturbing thoughts, she subtly slid her phone into silent mode. Milton had attempted to reach her earlier, but she hadn’t responded. Relying now on tactile memory alone, she endeavored to return his call without glancing at the screen.
To avoid any sound from Milton’s end alerting her captor, she took initiative, querying, “What is your motive? Is it money you want?”
The gangster remained silent, but undeterred, Candice continued, “How much would satisfy you? I can provide it.”
“Shut up. Keep marching. No turning back,” the man garbed in black gruffly commanded. Apparently, her assailant had motives beyond a simple mugging. Candice mused internally.
“How much were you paid for this job? Would triple the amount interest you?” Candice posed tentatively. “What about tenfold? State your price. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.”
The silent tormentor maintained his muteness, urging her to continue her forced march.
Candice’s brows knitted in frustration. Clearly, money wasn’t the issue here. There must be an alternative motive.
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“Have we met before, sir? Your voice… it rings a bell. Have I possibly wronged you before?” Candice intentionally inquired, despite not recognizing the voice of her captor in the slightest. Stalling for time was her only option. The Blake family’s villa wasn’t too far off, and given Milton’s usual driving pace, he would make it in a mere matter of minutes. She had to distract the thug somehow.
“Silence! Are my words falling on deaf ears?” The thug, pressing his knife closer, spat out, “Do you have a death wish? Looking for an early grave?”
Candice sensed a sharp discomfort in her back, but luckily her skin remained unscathed.
She surmised the thug hadn’t acted yet because he probably planned to haul her to a less conspicuous location before delivering the fatal blow. After all, this spot was a bit too public for a clean getaway after a murder.
“So, left? Perhaps right? Or do we continue straight? This is the rear passageway of Vanilla Taste, and straight ahead is the cargo transition zone. Given the precarious knife situation, do enlighten me on our course. Walking’s become quite the task.”
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