novelraw Chapter 119 - 117: He Has Been Waiting for This Moment
Chapter 119 - 117: He Has Been Waiting for This Moment
"..."
’A kidnapping role-play?!!’
Mia Grant’s hand trembled.
Only then did she realize she hadn’t suspected the person who brought her in at all.
If what Yates Donovan said was true, then she...
’Hadn’t she just walked right into the hunter’s trap?’
Seeing the camera shake violently a few times, Yates Donovan, on the other end, laughed gleefully.
"You’re still laughing? Why didn’t you warn me just now! You could have at least coughed or something!"
Mia Grant glared at him.
She took the card Eric had just given her back to the hidden door. She tried swiping it, but the door didn’t budge an inch.
’I’m screwed.’
Hearing her cry of despair, Yates Donovan’s shoulders shook as he tried to hold back his laughter. "I’m just messing with you."
"?" Mia Grant opened her mouth to curse his entire family, but he quickly cut her off. "Don’t curse me out. You’re partly to blame, too."
"I said it, and you just believed me. So, in your heart, you really do think Silas Grant is the kind of person who would do something like this, don’t you?"
"You know it too. He acts like a perfect gentleman, but secretly, he’s a total pervert."
"..." Taking a deep breath, Mia Grant retorted, "Why don’t you just say it’s because I trust you unconditionally?"
The video feed froze for a second.
Yates Donovan tilted his head. "Oh? Is that so, baby?"
"Alright, then." He beamed at her, looking like a smug, satisfied cat—proud yet adorable. "It sounds fake, but I’ll take it."
"But if there’s one hidden door here, there might be another. You..."
Before he could finish, Yates Donovan suddenly heard a faint CLICK from her end of the line.
Her surroundings were dead silent, without a trace of background noise, so the sound instantly cut him off.
He paused, looking at the screen, only to see the camera wobble for a moment before plummeting downwards.
It finally landed on the carpet.
The camera was facing down, showing only darkness.
"Mia Grant?" Yates Donovan had been lying in the back seat of his car. Seeing this, his expression changed drastically. He shot up, grabbed his phone from the table, and disconnected it from the car’s display.
He brought the phone close to his face. After confirming the screen was still black, he called out again, "Mia Grant! I’m talking to you!"
"Are you still alive?"
"You little brat!"
"..."
Yates Donovan cursed under his breath, opened the door, and got out of the car, phone in hand.
Just as one foot hit the ground, a faint voice finally came through his earpiece—
"I’m here."
"You..."
—
Meanwhile, Mia Grant stood frozen in place, as if she’d been struck by lightning.
If not for the wall beside her that she could lean on, her legs would have given out, and she probably would have collapsed to the floor.
It took a long while for her soul to feel like it had returned to her body.
Yates Donovan’s voice was incessant in her ear, making her head ache. She took off her earpiece and disconnected the Bluetooth. Taking a deep breath, she bent down and picked up her phone from the floor.
The camera view flipped, and she looked at Yates Donovan. "I’m fine."
Yates Donovan’s voice stopped abruptly.
Through the camera, the lighting wasn’t great, but her expression seemed normal.
It was just her eyes that were strange, subconsciously avoiding the camera.
After staring at her for a good while, the knot of anxiety in his chest finally loosened.
He got back in the car, his tone slowly returning to normal. "What just happened?"
"Nothing, I just bumped my hand."
Mia Grant went back and sat on the edge of the bed. A few seconds later, she got up and moved to the nearby sofa.
Yates Donovan rested his chin on one hand, taking in her every reaction, not missing the slightest change.
As she changed her seat, her eyes darted in the same direction three times.
He quickly mapped out the room’s layout in his head. The direction she was looking should be opposite the bed.
The camera had panned past it earlier; opposite the bed was a wall.
He didn’t have a photographic memory, but thankfully, not much time had passed, and he remembered there was nothing on that wall.
’So what is she looking at?’
’Could it be... that he’d actually guessed right?’
Yates Donovan’s brows furrowed, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, gone in an instant.
"This place connects to his office. If things get dicey, just run. I’ll wait for you downstairs."
"Anyway, you’ve seen him now. He’s doing just fine, not going to die anytime soon. If you want to say something to him, leaving a note is just as good. Then you can wait for him to contact you."
"Worst case, you can just find another chance to see him later."
A look of suspicion crossed Mia Grant’s face.
Yates Donovan said casually, "If you don’t run now, you won’t get another chance, you know."
"Okay."
Seeing her reaction, Yates Donovan became even more certain of his suspicion.
Tsk.
’That bastard.’
—
"This door won’t push open."
Following the directions the woman from earlier had given her, Mia Grant pushed down hard on the handle. "It seems to be locked. It needs a key."
"The antidote is always found within three steps."
"I don’t think so."
"Check everywhere. All the cabinets, the drawers. Don’t rush, he won’t be back for a while."
Mia Grant placed her phone on a cabinet to the side and focused on searching for the key.
Yates Donovan was still directing her from afar, his voice echoing intermittently from the phone throughout the room.
She was crouched on the floor, searching intently, and didn’t notice the hidden door behind her creak open a sliver.
The hidden door opened and closed briefly. At first glance, Silas Grant didn’t see the person he was looking for in the room.
The room was empty. He lifted his gaze and scanned the wall opposite the bed.
There were signs it had been disturbed.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling neither anger nor shame at his secret being discovered.
Inside, there was only anticipation.
’What a pity.’
’There are no security cameras in this room. Otherwise, he could have seen the look on her face with his own eyes.’
’She must still be here.’
’This hidden door is for entry only. The only way out is through the lounge.’
’But the only key... is on him.’
’Where could his good little girl be hiding?’
"Really, nothing? How is that possible? That old bastard Silas Grant... he’s really a piece of work."
In the silent room, every word of Yates Donovan’s complaint reached Silas Grant’s ears.
The man lifted his gaze, the smile in his eyes deepening as he turned and walked toward the lounge.
The floor was covered with a thick carpet, easily muffling his footsteps.
As Mia Grant was crouching on the floor, she suddenly saw a shadow fall over her.
Her pupils dilated.
A short scream escaped her lips, only to be quickly stifled.
A man’s hand clamped over her mouth, forcing all sound back down her throat.
She was kneeling on the floor when she felt a familiar presence approach from behind, easily wrapping around her slender frame.
It was Silas Grant.
"What did our Mia see? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"..."
The tension in her body eased slightly, but his words were like an invisible, aggressive hand that brutally snapped her nerves.
The phone was left behind.
The moment she was placed on the bed, Mia Grant thought she heard Yates Donovan calling her name, with Silas Grant’s name mixed in.
But neither she nor Silas Grant had any mind to spare for the person on the other end of the call.
The wall loosened, and a heavy section moved to one side.
He held her from behind, kissing her earlobe, and used his injured hand to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at the photos on the wall.
It seemed he had been waiting for this moment all along.
They were like inseparable lovers.
She wanted to correct him, but only the first syllable of a familiar address escaped her lips.
Instead, he corrected her with a light chuckle. "Wrong."
"Babe... if you like this feeling of taboo."
He called to her.
He said it could be "daddy."