Nancy, holding her laptop, nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

"Hmm."

Charlie immediately started walking towards the door, with Andrew, Nancy, and Alexander quickly following.

In just over ten minutes, more than twenty cars had gathered at the hotel entrance, all uniformly dark in color, suitable for nighttime operations.

The person in charge at Taurus, named Jake, had a crew cut, yellow skin, and black eyes. He wore a black suit, appearing very efficient.

Upon seeing Charlie and the others come out, he quickly approached and respectfully said to Charlie, "Young Master Firth, forty-eight of our best fighters are here, awaiting your instructions!"

"Good!"

Charlie looked at the men in black behind him. These were the guards he spent a fortune on every month.

He knew all too well that for Henriana's people to get a foothold in the unfamiliar territories of Europe and America, financial and physical strength were important, but security was paramount.

Many countries don't have capital punishment and allow civilians to carry firearms. If he really became powerful, many would envy him, and hiring a few people to secretly kill him wouldn't be hard. If he died, there would be no place to seek justice.

Thus, he had cultivated many formidable fighters within his influence, overtly and covertly protecting his safety.

These fighters were privately maintained by him and obeyed only his orders.

"Get in the cars. The rest follow the first one!"

After speaking, he took Nancy's hand and got into the first car.

Andrew and Alexander followed Charlie's guards into the other vehicles.

In the car, Nancy placed her laptop on her lap, continuously monitoring the kidnappers' coordinates.

...

Meanwhile, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Taurus, in a dimly lit room with only a desk lamp, Vivian lay on a bed, slowly opening her eyes.

Everything around her was unfamiliar, and the air was filled with an unpleasant odor.

She tried to move her body and found she couldn't. What was happening?

Looking down, she saw her feet were bound, and her hands were tied behind her back, unable to move. She tried to speak but could only make muffled sounds.

Confused, she tried to recall the last thing she remembered. She was walking on the street; how did she end up here?

The man sitting nearby, playing a game on his phone, suddenly heard a noise and turned to look at her.

Seeing her wide, frightened eyes staring at him, he let out a pleased laugh.

"Hehe, little girl, you slept quite comfortably..."

"Mmmph..."

Vivian wanted to speak. She wanted to ask the man why he had brought her here, but seeing the way he looked at her, she curled up in fear.

"Hehe..."

The man's grating laughter sounded again as he stood up and walked towards her.

"This Charlie has good taste, marrying such a beautiful woman. He must enjoy his nights..."

Charlie?

Vivian's already wide eyes almost bulged out, and she kept making muffled noises.

"What's wrong, want to talk?"

The man, knowing she couldn't escape, sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, reaching for the tape over Vivian's mouth. With a swift motion, he ruthlessly tore it off...