"You... you wait for me, I’ll be right back." Flora Palmer hurriedly ran out.
Lucy Eaton covered her injured abdomen with both hands. She was originally waiting for Flora Palmer to call for help when suddenly she heard orderly footsteps approaching from afar, deliberately light. Her vigilance rose sharply, and she endured the pain, forcing herself to stand up.
Before she took two steps, several tall men’s figures swarmed into the doorway.
"The target is still here," a voice suddenly said.
Before fainting, Lucy Eaton thought, damn it, the Palmer Family’s security is as lousy as dog shit...
Unfortunately, she could no longer make a sound, as she completely lost consciousness.
Jacob Green learned that the Palmer Family was in trouble again. He rushed over with Nathaniel Green and other subordinates. Upon finding out Lucy Eaton had been shot and was nowhere to be found, he was almost driven mad with rage, completely forsaking his gentlemanly demeanor as he yelled at Frederick Palmer, "Frederick gets into trouble, shouldn’t you strengthen the home’s security and clear out those who need clearing?! No awareness at all!"
"Dear nephew, our entire family’s attention is on Frederick. We only just returned from the hospital, haven’t had the chance yet. We truly apologize, but rest assured, we will definitely find Mrs. Green. The police have already been notified, you will have my word."
"What were the circumstances at the time?"
Flora Palmer stammered, her eyes brimming with tears as she spoke, "At that time, Lucy had showered and changed clothes. We exchanged a few words and were about to go downstairs when suddenly the power went out. Then... then two people burst in, Lucy pulled me behind her. They had brought guns, and I heard... two gunshots... Lucy shot them, they were motionless. She told me to go get help. I originally wanted to assist her out, but she said she couldn’t move, told me to hurry and call for help. By the time I returned with people to the room, she was already gone, and those two motionless individuals were also gone, they must have accomplices..."
Jacob Green listened painfully, looking at Flora Palmer, "Did they leave any messages?"
Flora Palmer was about to speak when Palmer’s mother interjected, "No, there were no messages."
Jacob Green squinted his eyes, his face cold, "Really none?"
"Yes! They left a note on the coffee table in our living room saying they took me away. Only said that. Their target was me. Because of the power outage, they mistakenly took Lucy as me. Jacob, I’m really sorry about this, these are her belongings."
She returned Lucy Eaton’s phone and purse to Jacob Green.
Palmer’s mother closed her eyes and turned her face to the side.
"Madam Palmer, you did have a message left, why deny it? Are you afraid I’ll openly declare they took the wrong person, that they might come back for Flora Palmer?"
"I..." Palmer’s mother felt overwhelmed, "I admit I had that intention, but more so because your wife holds a prestigious identity. Now that such a thing happened in our home, aside from trying every method to rescue her, there’s nothing else we can do. Frederick just had an incident, Flora can’t have another. I’m really quite scared right now."
Jacob Green coldly glanced at her, said nothing more, and turned to leave with his people.
He had no other thoughts but to quickly find Lucy Eaton, knowing she was shot twice, uncertain of her current condition. He was very worried.
After he left, Palmer’s mother looked at her daughter, "Why did you have to say more and tell him those things?"
"Mom, Lucy Eaton was taken because of me. That’s the truth. Shouldn’t Jacob Green be informed?! Moreover, Lucy Eaton managed to save my brother; we should speak the truth."
"Lucy Eaton is both Jacob Green’s wife and the Prime Minister’s daughter. This happened in our home because of you. If she was harmed, how could our family bear the consequences?!" Palmer’s mother worriedly asked, "What should we do now? Those cruel people, who exactly wants to cause trouble for us."
Flora Palmer sat on the sofa crying, "Home is so unsafe, I don’t dare to stay here."
After speaking those words, Flora began to blame her parents, "My brother advocated several times to establish more security at home, but you thought it bothersome. Now see how Jacob Green’s household functions. My brother mentioned he has over a thousand people at Blossom Haven, all meticulously trained. This is the number he mentioned to my brother; the actual number might be higher. Thinking of our own family as a major enterprise, our security work is woefully inadequate."
"Is it too late to talk about these things now?" Palmer’s father also regretted not listening to their son, simply believing it to be a peaceful time, a law-abiding society with high security levels, not expecting... The rightful source is novel★fire.net
"Before things reach an irreparable state, we must quickly rescue Lucy," Palmer’s mother looked at her husband, "This is one of the ways for the Palmer Family to avoid accountability."
Palmer’s father sighed deeply.
"Idiots, do you have pig brains? This isn’t Flora Palmer."
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
"Most likely she’s a maid of the Palmer Family."
"Not just likely, she is."
When Lucy Eaton regained consciousness, pain seeped into her bloodstream, she slightly opened her eyes to see several tall, black-clad men.
She didn’t alert them, even though the pain was becoming unbearable, she remained silent.
"Boss, what should we do with this woman?"
"Take her out and bury her."
"Boss, this woman looks quite pretty, with long legs. Why not keep her here as entertainment for the boys?"
Lucy Eaton’s anger boiled within, entertainment for the boys? Do they even deserve that?!
"Don’t mess around. I told you to bury her, so go bury her. Otherwise, if the Young Master finds out, you’ll suffer the consequences."
Clearly, their boss behind this is male, who could it be?
"Yes, we’ll go right now."
Two men approached, lifting Lucy Eaton’s limbs and carrying her outside.
Lucy Eaton kept her eyes squinting all the way. When she found they had taken her to a burial ground, she knew they intended to bury her alive.
She didn’t make a move to kill them because if they truly believed she was buried, she’d have a chance to run from here.
For someone unfamiliar with the terrain, impulsive actions were not an option.
They were actually quite thorough, working hard to dig a hole about a meter deep, bound Lucy Eaton’s hands and feet with rope, and threw her directly into the pit.
With this toss, her wounds opened anew, the intense pain causing her cold sweat to break out, her entire body nearly numb.
But she gritted her teeth firmly, not uttering a sound, desperately attempting to break free from the ropes.