
“Hah! As if we wouldn't know who you are! You are Mindy, the second young lady of the Fenderson family! Also, Jasmine was indeed drinking coffee. Past form of course, because he's been arrested! You are the only one left to face! Now go!” the man's orders—who seems to be the leader of the group—while pushing Mindy rather rudely.
As soon as he said that, a distant engine rotation could be heard. Moments later, a minibus is seen speeding through the crowd towards them!
"Get in the car!" the man orders as soon as the vehicle stops in front of them. Had no other choice, the three simply complied.
At the time, Gerald was still considering whether he should make a move now or continue waiting for a while. After all, even though these people were carrying weapons, he didn't really think that they were a big deal.
At that moment, a static voice rang out from the walkie-talkie, which stated, “Have it finished?”
“Yes, we! It was a piece of cake!” answer that leader.
As the two continued to talk through the walkie-talkie, at some point, Jasmine's voice was clearly heard from the other end.
'So they did not lie when they said that they had captured Jasmine and the others!' Gerald thought to himself.
With that in mind, he decided not to move first. He only needed to think of something once he reunited with Jasmine and the others later.
Before being allowed to leave the minibus with a curtained window, Gerald and the others covered their heads with small sacks.
"Forward!"
Finally, the sacks were removed once they reached their destination. To Gerald, it seemed like they were in some kind of basement.
Looking around, he saw that Jasmine, Isabelle, Stella, and Warren were already here, even though the four of them were tied to a chair.
“Mind! The sanderson! Are you two okay?” jasmine shouted in a worried tone.
“A-I'm fine... Who are those people, Jasmine? How could they be so brave?” ask Mindy in a hurry.
"They? Huh! They're Schuyler's henchmen! The ungrateful b*stard it!” jasmine scolded angrily.
“...However, to think that those people actually built a secret room inside their house..” Maia said, breaking the awkward silence.
"Indeed. What's more, the weapons they use are the latest models produced in the country! These people must be very strong!” warren said with a frown.
Hearing that, Gerald remembered that both Warren and Maia had attended university at the time to investigate something. To think that they have remained undercover and active in the case for almost half a year now.
“Stella, Isabelle, and Maia.. I'm so sorry to have burdened you all... Don't worry, I definitely won't let the Schuyler family touch you again!” Jasmine apologized.
“It's okay, Miss Fenderson. The most important thing now, is to find a way to escape, ” Warren said calmly.
After that, ****** sounded when Stella started yelling, “It would be great if Gerald was here.. With his ability, he definitely knows what to do in such a situation!”
Unlike Maia, this was the first time Stella and Isabelle had been in such a situation. It was natural for them to feel completely terrified.
After hearing Gerald's name mentioned all of a sudden, the other women in the room found themselves a little surprised. This was especially the case for Jasmine although her expression immediately turned grim.
“... Wishing she was here in this situation really won't help.. Anyway, she disappeared!” said Jasmine.
"…Huh? Whahuh? Since when? What's going on?" ask classmate Jasmine in surprise.
"Nobody knows ... It's been more than half a year, yet we don't even know if he's alive or dead!" obviously Jasmine.
“How... How can..” said Stella in disbelief.
“...No wonder the Marven company fell bankrupt so suddenly! So it has to do with Gerald's disappearance!” added Isabelle, her tone down.
“Huh! It serves him right! After all, who told him to keep such a high profile? He thought he could do anything he wanted just because he was rich, but look what ended up happening to him after showing off so much! He's just a guy with bad luck!” maia growled furiously as she recalled her past encounter with him.