Chapter 399

"They only gave this address. No specific warehouse location." Adrian Valentine stood in the icy wind, his black trench coat flapping violently. "My men are searching every building."

Margaret Valentine's eyes reddened, her voice choked with emotion. "Adrian, I knew you wouldn't abandon Isabella. Once she's safe, you two should marry."

She clutched her son's arm tightly, afraid he might change his mind.

Vincent Langley stood nearby, a calculating gleam flashing in his eyes. This marriage alliance needed to be finalized quickly—Adrian was a chess piece he couldn't afford to lose.

Adrian remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distance.

Eleanor Langley observed coldly, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. The more chaotic this farce became, the better.

The howling wind stretched each passing minute into an eternity.

"Still no news?" Margaret stamped her feet anxiously. "How can Isabella endure this freezing weather?"

Eleanor adjusted her shawl, her smile deepening. Seeing her enemies in distress brought her immense satisfaction.

"Call them again," Margaret urged.

Adrian dialed the number three times. No answer.

"They're not picking up." He pocketed his phone, brow furrowed.

Vincent clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms. Isabella was his carefully cultivated pawn—he couldn't let anything happen to her.

Suddenly, a phone ring shattered the silence.

"Warehouse No.4." Adrian's voice was low as he ended the call.

The group's expressions darkened instantly.

"We just came from there!" Vincent growled through gritted teeth. "They're toying with us!"

Margaret trembled with rage. "Who's behind this?"

They hurried back the way they'd come.

When the warehouse door burst open, a bone-chilling sea wind assaulted them.

Isabella dangled midair, crashing waves beneath her. The rope creaked ominously as it swayed in the wind.

"Adrian!" Her tear-streaked face was pale, voice hoarse from screaming.

The rope abruptly jerked upward, forcing her to bite her lip to stifle a scream. A cold warning hissed from the shadows: "Make another sound and you're going in."

Adrian stood framed in the doorway, his expression unreadable in the backlight.