Chapter 221

---- Chapter 221 "| didn't!" Anne shouted, her face filled with frustration. "Let go of me!" "Tell me where she is right now. As long as she's safe, I'll let you go," Gideon ground out. He was almost certain the woman in front of him was behind Giselle's disappearance. "If anything happens to her, | swear I'll make your whole family pay for this!" he snarled, the threat in his voice unmistakable. "But | didn't!" Anne yelled back. "This has nothing to do with me!" Watching their heated exchange from the window, Donovan remained unfazed.

But as he listened to Gideon's frantic words and repeated mentions of Giselle's disappearance, his composure began to slip. Just then, Gideon's phone rang He let go of Anne and pulled the phone out from his pocket. It was an unfamiliar number from out of town For some reason, seeing that number sent a jolt of unease through him. After four or five rings, he finally swiped to answer and held the phone to his ear. "Hello?" ---- Silence stretched on the other end of the line. "Hello? Say something!" Gideon barked. "Mr. Grayson." A deep, hoarse male voice echoed in his ears.

"Do you recognize my voice?" Gideon paused for a few seconds. "Who the hell are you?" Alow, mocking chuckle came through the line. "Five years ago, you broke my son's leg," the voice drawled out." Ring any bells?" Gideon's mind turned over the memory, and his voice dropped to a whisper. "What are you getting at?" "Your woman is in my hands," the man said at last. Gideon's mind went blank. "What the fuck do you want?" he bellowed, unable to control himself anymore. The man snickered . "Don't rush. Let's take our time to discuss the terms. And by the way, don't call the police.

Break that rule, and you can start preparing her funeral." He had stayed calm, almost unfazed, throughout the entire call. Before Gideon could respond, the man hung up. He was about to call back when a notification popped up on his phone. A new ---- email had arrived. Clicking on it, he realized there was a short video inside. As soon as he downloaded it and began to play, his breath caught. Giselle's limbs were bound in the video, her mouth sealed with tape. Fear and helplessness filled her eyes.

She was still wearing her motorcycle gear, but her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was a mess. Whether she had been assaulted was unclear. The gravity of the situation sank in. Gideon's hands and feet went cold, his body growing numb. Ina daze, he opened the door and stumbled out. But almost immediately, Donovan appeared in his path and blocked him "What happened?" he asked grimly. He had been watching Gideon's phone call in silence and could tell at a glance that something was wrong. "It's none of your business," Gideon snapped, shoving past him as he stumbled out of the door.

When Gideon reached the end of the corridor to wait for the elevator, Donovan had already caught up. He grabbed Gideon by the collar and snarled, "What happened to Giselle? Tell me the truth."