The villa was quiet, the soft hum of the city below the only sound. Chen Yuxi was in the private garden, reviewing some wedding details on her tablet, unaware of the shadow lurking nearby.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, strong and precise. Before she could react, she was yanked into a waiting car. Panic surged, and adrenaline flooded her veins. "Let me go!" she hissed, struggling, but the grip was unrelenting.
Lin Guo's phone buzzed. A quick glance at the notification—and his dark eyes widened with fury. "Yuxi…" he growled, voice low and dangerous. "No one touches you."
Within minutes, he was in his car, engine roaring, mind racing. Every second felt like an eternity as he traced her location, every instinct screaming that she was in danger. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. "You will not hurt her. Not anyone. I swear it."
Meanwhile, in the car, Yuxi struggled against her captor, but the figure was skilled, preventing escape. Panic surged, but she quickly forced herself to focus. Lin Guo—Lin Guo would find her. He always did.
Back at the villa, Lin Guo's team was already mobilized. The city was a blur as he drove, determination etched in every line of his face. No obstacle, no schemer, no spy would prevent him from getting her back.
In the dimly lit car, Yuxi's heart pounded, every second stretching painfully. She caught a glimpse of the masked figure who had taken her—someone connected to Yue Xinyan's lingering grudges. But the moment was fleeting. She clenched her fists. Lin Guo would come. He always did.
And just as the car sped into the shadows, Lin Guo's voice came through the secure line of his team: "Find her. Now. She's mine. And anyone who touches her… will regret it."
The city lights blurred, the night tense with danger, and Chen Yuxi realized fully—no matter how far this kidnapping went, Lin Guo would stop at nothing to bring her back.