Chapter 9 Kidnapped By Intruders

Rachel's old bedroom had been occupied by Alice for a long time. Although she had asked the maids to throw out everything that Alice owned, the bedroom still needed to be cleaned thoroughly before it could be used. And so, Rachel decided to take a nap in the guest room for the time being.

By the time she woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and the murmuring voice in her mind gradually dissipated as she regained her senses.

Rachel sat upright, putting her hand on her forehead. She felt beads of sweat touching her fingertips.

It seemed that she had a dream.

To be exact, it wasn't a dream. While she was asleep, she heard a voice keep calling out to her.

The voice was hoarse and melancholic, crying and calling out her name. The intertwined emotions left her heart broken, and the overwhelming waves of emotion almost drowned her.

Rachel knew that these emotions belonged to her body's original owner. But something bothered her. Why were those emotions so strong?

They were so overwhelming that she felt uncomfortable.

Was the soul of the original owner of this body still inside her?

When that thought crossed her mind, Rachel looked at her palms, and then herself. She was certain that there was nothing strange going on with her body, aside from the sadness lurking in her heart.

"Miss Bennet." Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by Andy's voice coming from outside the door.

She decided to set her inhibitions aside for now, got out of bed, and opened the door.

When she saw the pile of documents that Andy was carrying, Rachel raised her eyebrows. "Let's talk in the study."

He nodded in agreement and followed her into the study. The second Rachel sat down, Andy put the stack of documents on the desk in front of her. There, she found the certificate of property ownership on top of the documents.

"This is the equity assignment agreement. This one is the property handover form, and the certificate of ownership of this house," said Andy.

Rachel smiled. "Are these all?"

"Well, not exactly. There are also some billing records and some other reports about the Bennet Group over the years," Andy added. "From this point forward, the Bennet Group is yours."

Rachel flipped through the documents casually, and then she turned her attention to Andy. Upon noticing the awkwardness on his face, she closed the file and asked, "Is there something else you'd like to say to me?"

"Well..."

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, two muscular men kicked the door open and broke in. A maid followed them in with a panicked look. "Miss Bennet, they broke into the house all of a sudden. I couldn't stop them."

"Who are you?" Andy looked at the intruders.

"Miss Bennet, you're coming with us," said one of them. Once he finished talking, they walked past Andy, and tried to catch Rachel.

However, she managed to avoid them. Their appearances alone showed that the intruders were agile and capable fighters. Rachel wouldn't be able to escape from them because her fighting skills weren't extensive, and she clearly wouldn't win over these sturdy men.

Andy shielded her with his body at once. "What are you planning to do with her?" he asked.

"Get out of my way," the intruder warned him.

"This is trespassing. It's is illegal! Believe it or not—" Before Andy could reach the end of his sentence, he felt a cold, hard steel bring pressed against his forehead.

The intruder was pressing a gun against his head at this moment.

Beads of sweat broke out of Andy's forehead as he felt his heart racing, and his face turning pale.

Through the curtains, the sunlight reached the gun, and it reflected the silver light.

Rachel's eyes widened. "I'm coming with you, just let him go!"

Andy looked at the men in black, and stammered, "Miss Bennet…"

She understood why he was worried, so she nodded to reassure him. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. They're not gonna hurt me."

Right after she said that, Rachel's eyes fell on the brooches on the chests of the intruders.

The brooches were tear-drop shaped gems made of obsidian. It was the symbol of the security agency owned by the Sullivan Group.

Only one man was capable of mobilizing them, and it was none other than Victor.

The gun was still pressed against Andy's head, but he saw how composed Rachel was, so he decided to drop his worries for now and trust her. Seconds later, Rachel and the intruders left.

There was a black Rolls-Royce parked outside the gate. Rachel sat in the back seat without hesitation.

The men in black were sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat respectively.

Slowly, the car drove away. Rachel looked at the passing scenery in silence.

All of a sudden, a phone started ringing.

The man in the passenger seat answered it. His voice remained stoic, but he sounded respectful this time.

"Mr. Chavez, we've picked up Miss Bennet."

"I see. Good job."

'Mr. Chavez?

Is he talking to Ivan?'

At this point, Rachel confirmed that these men were sent by Victor.

'But why does Victor want to see me? Doesn't he loathe me? Is he not satisfied by how much he humiliated me that day?

Is that why he had me kidnapped? To take me to him and beat me up again?'

Rachel tapped her thigh with her fingertips, wondering how she would protect herself from Victor later.

She then went through all the things that happened between the real Rachel and Victor in their two years of marriage, trying to figure out a way to solve this problem.

And before Rachel realized it, they had arrived at the destination.

One of the men in black got out of the car, opened the back door, and said to her, "Here we are."

She got out of the car and looked up.

Astonishment flashed through her eyes for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure before anyone could notice.

This was not Victor's villa.

It was an independent three-storey building built using a classical Nordic style of architecture.

Soon, Rachel remembered where this place was.

This was the most popular hair salon among the ladies in the upper class of the city, and its name was Gardenia.

As far as she could remember, this wasn't her first time here.

One of the reasons why upper class women liked this place was because the country's best stylists worked here. Aside from that, the hair salon only received one client a day.

Rachel's first ever visit to this place was two years ago on her wedding day.

But it might not even count as a wedding. Their families just had a simple meal to put on a show for Victor's grandmother.

Moments later, someone came out of the building.

"Hello, Miss Bennet. I'll be your stylist for today. I'm Eva Myers." The woman was dressed in a white dress. Her hair was tied up, and she was smiling at Rachel.

Just then, Rachel was even more confused about what kind of trouble Victor was going to make for her.

She then glanced at Eva, but she didn't say a word.

Fortunately, Eva didn't mind her cold attitude. "Please follow me."

She gestured Rachel to come in. Based on the expression Rachel wore at this moment, it was hard to read what she was thinking.

Not a minute later, she strode towards the building. Upon seeing that, Eva overtook Rachel and led the way.