Chapter 154 Ophelia Gets Kidnapped

Calvin grabbed a glass of wine, gave it a swirl, and said, "Let's have a drink together."

Oliver downed his wine in one go, guided by Calvin's hand.

He chuckled, rubbing Calvin's hand, "Your hand is so soft, but why is it so big?"

Seeing Oliver's eyes start to glaze over, Calvin switched back to his male voice and lifted his high-heeled foot towards Oliver, "My feet are pretty big too!"

Oliver rolled his eyes and slumped into the booth.

Calvin clicked his tongue, "Passed out already? You're so weak!"

He hoisted Oliver up, quickly walked out, opened the car's back door, and tossed him inside.

"Daring to mess with Alice, you're asking for it!" He got into the driver's seat and sped off.

Soon, the car pulled up at a gay bar.

Calvin helped Oliver out of the car and took him inside.

The venue teemed with men drinking and flirting, emanating an air of ambiguity.

Calvin called over the bartender and whispered something in his ear.

The bartender grinned, "Sure, no problem."

Calvin handed Oliver over to the bartender and left.

The bartender helped Oliver upstairs, followed by four burly men.

The next morning, Oliver found himself lying on the street when he awoke.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes, his entire body throbbing with pain, particularly a specific area that felt on the verge of bursting.

He sat up, gasping in pain. His head buzzed; he knew this feeling all too well. He'd been violated by a man again!

Oliver gritted his teeth in humiliation. What the hell happened?

He tried to remember last night at the bar when he met a woman with big hands and feet. After drinking a glass of wine, everything went blank. He cursed, realizing he'd been set up.

Noticing people staring at him, Oliver got up, feeling a certain part tighten involuntarily. He surmised that his injuries must be extraordinarily severe and he needed immediate medical attention.

Lying on the large bed in his suburban villa, the family doctor finished examining him.

"Mr. Howard, you have a severe tear," the family doctor said, applying medicine with a cotton swab. "You need to be more careful in the future."

Oliver erupted, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not gay! Get out!"

The family doctor tossed the cotton swab into the trash and left with his medical kit.

Oliver angrily punched the pillow. It must have been that bitch Alice's doing again! That time on Azure Isle, it must have been her who framed that idiot Clara! He had to get revenge!

He couldn't confront Alice directly, but he could target someone she cared about.

He thought for a moment and remembered someone.

Three days later, the plane landed at Loshanda Airport.

Ophelia jogged to keep up with Percival, "Percival, slow down! I can't keep up with you!"

Percival suddenly stopped, and Ophelia bumped into him. She covered her nose, tears almost falling.

"So careless?" Percival laughed.

Ophelia pouted, "You're so hard!"

Percival squinted, "What did you say?"

Ophelia blinked, her cheeks instantly turning red. "I didn't mean it that way."

"Then tell me, what did you mean? Is it the same as what I'm thinking?" Percival got closer to her.

Looking at Percival's handsome face, Ophelia flushed. "I need to go to the restroom."

As Percival saw her bolt in a panic, she chuckled softly.

Declan watched Ophelia's retreating figure, "Miss Howard is quite cute."

"She is, adorably clumsy." Percival smiled.

Declan stayed silent.

Ten minutes later, Ophelia returned.

She didn't dare look directly at Percival, their earlier conversation making her heart race and cheeks flush.

She stayed quiet the rest of the way.

Percival dropped her off at the old mansion's gate. "Call someone to pick you up."

Ophelia waved her hand, "No need, I'll walk in. You and Declan should go back." She got out of the car.

Percival rolled down the window, "I'll watch you go in."

"You guys go ahead. I'm home; what could happen?" Ophelia smiled, "I'll go in after you leave."

Unable to argue, Percival had the driver leave.

Ophelia watched the car disappear from view, covering her flushed face with her hands, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Just as she was about to turn around, she felt a pain in her neck and passed out.

A man in black clothes, a baseball cap, and a mask carried her into a van and sped away.

Percival glanced over and noticed Ophelia's earring on the back seat.

He picked it up, smiling, "Ophelia, you little dummy." Then he instructed the driver to turn back.

When their car brushed past the van, Percival didn't pay any attention.

The car stopped outside the gate.

He called Ophelia, but her phone was off.

He got out and called again, still off.

Logically, the car had only been gone for a minute, and it would take Ophelia five minutes to walk to the mansion, so she should not be far away and should be visible when they returned. However, there was no sign of Ophelia at all. Could something have happened?

Percival frowned, suddenly recalling the van with black paint. He ordered the driver, "Turn back and follow that van."

He called Sterling, "Sterling, Ophelia is missing. Help me find her. She was outside The Howard Manor five minutes ago."

Sterling stubbed out his cigarette, "I'll check now."

At Bluewater Bay.

Henry was out socializing; Alice was at home drawing when her phone suddenly buzzed.

She picked it up; it was an internet call. She answered.

"If you want to save Ophelia, do as I say, or I'll kill her!"

Alice frowned, "Tell me what to do."

"Come alone to the abandoned parking lot in the eastern suburbs. Don't call the police, or we'll rape her first! Hurry, our patience is limited!"

The call ended.

Alice opened her laptop to trace the call.

Soon, the phone was located on a black van with fake plates on the highway.

She grabbed her phone and car keys and left home in a hurry.

In the van's back seat, Ophelia lay motionless, blindfolded.

The man in black in the passenger seat swallowed, "This girl is really pretty. Can I sleep with her when we get to the parking lot?"

The man with glasses in the driver's seat glared at him, "No, they said not to offend her. Keep it in your pants."

"Fine, I get it." The man in black looked back at Ophelia's beautiful legs, feeling reluctant.

An hour later, the van stopped outside the abandoned parking lot.

The man with glasses got out first, "Take the girl to the inner room. Don't offend her, got it?"

"Got it." The man in black nodded, went to the back seat, and carried Ophelia into the factory.