CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: ALL OR NOTHING, ESCAPING THE TIGER’S DEN ONLY TO ENTER THE WOLF’S LAIR

A painful howl echoed, and warm blood spurted out, with fine droplets splattering Ivy Summers’ face, dripping down the corner of her eyes like blooming bloody tears, adding a few degrees of unyielding murderous intent to her already fierce gaze.

The man clutched his neck, eyes wide open, and fell directly to the ground.

The person at the doorway saw this and rushed in immediately.

At that moment, Ivy was already seeing red; when he raised a stick to strike her, Ivy stood up, grabbed the man’s collar with one hand, and plunged a knife directly into his chest with the other.

Quick, precise, ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

This was a self-defense technique Noah Scott had taught her for times of necessity.

The two men never expected to be counter-slaughtered by a woman, eyes wide open in unwillingness as they fell.

Ivy released her grip, held her breath, and her heart felt like it was in her throat; she had never killed anyone before, never! It was her first time doing something like this... Her hands were trembling uncontrollably, she was horrified and stepped back a half step.

As she watched the blood gurgling out, her memory was dragged back to that night...

Pain and fear surged up from the depths of her heart. Ivy shut her eyes fiercely, endured the pungent smell of blood, squatted down, and rummaged around on the man’s body, finding a car key.

Knowing now wasn’t the time to be scared, she shoved the fear away, picked Sophie up, and ran outside.

Just as she had anticipated, there was a backdoor, and that group of people was approaching the front door, some distance away from here.

Without a moment to delay, Ivy cradled Sophie in one arm and pushed the rusty iron door open with the other. She didn’t know where she got the strength, but with a creak, the door opened.

"Boss, that woman is running away with the child."

The kidnapper who discovered them shouted.

Ivy dared not look back, frantically running with Sophie in her arms.

Thankfully there were a few cars parked at the backdoor. Ivy looked at the sticky car key in her hand, trying to determine what kind of car it was by the details of the key’s appearance.

Unfortunately, even after several seconds, she couldn’t recognize it, so she blindly chose a nearby van.

She opened the door, put Sophie inside, and aimed the car key at the lock, trying to insert it into the lock. Perhaps due to excessive tension, she failed several times.

Ivy’s hands trembled more severely. She gritted her teeth tightly, praying desperately... finally, the key slid in.

With the kidnappers in pursuit at the last moment, Ivy started the car and quickly drove away.

"Shit!"

The kidnappers swore vehemently and were about to give chase, but their leader stopped them.

"Enough, stop chasing. The money has been fully paid, and the helicopter has been checked. Leave them be."

The leader took a picture in the direction they left and sent it to Damien Lancaster and Rachel Shaw.

Damien wanted them released, and they released them!

Rachel wanted them captured, and they captured them!

They escaped, but it wasn’t their responsibility.

"Let’s go."

The group quickly withdrew.

Meanwhile, Damien was already on his way. The message he received was a photo with a line: "Mr. Lancaster, as promised, your woman and child have been released. Farewell forever."

Damien squinted at the image of Ivy driving away, going solo to rescue Sophie?

This audacious woman.

"Speed up, quickly!" Damien commanded the driver loudly.

Ivy, having escaped with Sophie, felt a sense of unreality.

That group didn’t even give chase!

Could she have been wrong, and they weren’t sent by Rachel Shaw and didn’t want them dead?

Just as Ivy pondered this, a car suddenly, abruptly rushed out in front, blocking her way.

At the last second before colliding, Ivy was forced to slam the brakes.

A black car was in front; the door opened, and four men dressed in black holding weapons quickly got out.

Sensing imminent danger, Ivy immediately put the car in reverse, but it was like a trap, as the way behind was quickly blocked by another car.

Ivy gritted her teeth, loudly reminding Sophie to sit tight, and floored the gas pedal, recklessly charging towards the four men. But this group was no ordinary people; their moves were beyond Ivy’s expectations.

The car tires were shot out in a few shots, causing the car to quickly lose control. Ivy barely managed to stop the car, preventing it from crashing into a tree.

Ivy found a weapon in the car, held it, but it was hopelessly inadequate.

The next second.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the driver’s side glass shattered with a punch, and the man outside quickly reached in to open the car door.

"Mommy..." Sophie was terrified.

This sudden scenario left Ivy’s heart pounding heavily.

The speed, the skills, and the weapons of these people seemed significantly superior to the previous group.

The car door was opened, and in front of professional and skilled assassins, Ivy had no room for resistance and was dragged down, with Sophie also being pulled out.

Ivy’s pupils shrank, "Don’t touch the child, let go of my child! Who are you people?"

These people didn’t say a word and struck her with a hand chop.

Ivy Summers felt darkness envelop her, and she collapsed instantly.

...

When she awoke again, the pain at the back of her neck hadn’t subsided. Ivy opened her eyes and found herself in a completely sealed dark room, with Sophie nowhere by her side.

Ivy struggled, supporting her body as she climbed up shakily, feeling her way to the door. She twisted the doorknob forcefully a couple of times.

The door was locked from the outside and couldn’t be opened.

Ivy reached for her phone and small knife, realizing that both had been taken away. She bit her lip hard, having no options left, and slowly slid down to the floor.

She could tell that the people who brought her here were not the same group as before.

The previous group seemed to have intentionally let them go, while this one’s goal was more precise, as if they’d been prepared to ambush there all along.

Just waiting for them to escape, then act.

Ivy clutched her throbbing head, feeling despair as she thought about being out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Before coming to rescue Sophie, she had set the address sent by the kidnappers to be forwarded to Noah Scott in half an hour, but she had been blindfolded and taken to a distant place.

Now she had no idea where she was and didn’t know if she could be rescued.

And Sophie...

Ivy felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She still couldn’t understand why Damien Lancaster handed Sophie over to those kidnappers.

No matter what unavoidable reason he had, it only made Ivy furious enough to want to kill Damien Lancaster.

Just then, there was a "click".

The sound of the door lock being turned, Ivy instantly withdrew cautiously, grabbing something randomly for self-defense. When the door was pushed open, she hurled the item in her hand fiercely.

Unfortunately, the opponent was skillful and prepared, grabbing her wrist effortlessly and flinging the item out of her hand, pushing her to the ground.

With a "click", the room was suddenly illuminated.

The dazzling incandescent light made Ivy instinctively squint, and once she adjusted, she immediately looked at the man in front of her.

An unattractive man with slicked-back hair entered, holding a camera in his hand.

Only then did Ivy realize that this room was more like a sealed basement furnished simply with a bed and a table holding various bondage tools.

Seeing the man staring at her lewdly, Ivy immediately understood his intentions.

Panicked, Ivy retreated backward, her eyes fixed firmly on him, "Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this?"

"What do you think? Ask yourself whom you’ve offended, why that person wants you dead. We’re just doing business for money. Cooperate and you’ll suffer less, but if you don’t cooperate..."

With that, the man snapped his fingers.

The wall in front slowly moved aside, revealing a piece of transparent glass, behind which Sophie was tied up.

Sophie saw Ivy too and began struggling desperately, her mouth sealed shut.

Ivy threw herself against the glass, "Sophie... Sophie..."

She spun around furiously, "What do you want? What do you want?"

The man set up the camera facing the bed with a leisurely pace, "I heard President Lancaster’s wife is beautiful and has a fantastic figure. How about you willingly take your clothes off and spend a night with me?"

Ivy’s hands clenched tightly by her sides.

"Not willing? That’s fine too, then I’ll let my brothers have a go at your daughter!" The man’s face broke into a demented smile.

Ivy’s pupils contracted sharply, and her emotions flared instantly, "You bastards, she’s just a five-year-old child!"

"We don’t mind."

Ivy bit her molars hard, her heart pounding so violently it seemed it would leap out of her chest, "You can’t touch her! You can’t touch her!"

"Then you it is!" The man cackled, "Face the camera and say this is your choice, then obediently lie on that bed, no struggling."

Ivy had been uncertain about who sent these people until this moment.

Who else but Rachel Shaw would do such a thing?

Rachel Shaw hated her and her daughter to the bone, exacting her revenge this way.

Ivy looked up at the room, noticing both cameras and surveillance equipment. It was likely that, behind the surveillance, Rachel Shaw was watching her with a mad excitement.

Ivy’s hand clenched involuntarily, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"If you don’t choose, I’ll make the choice for you."

As he spoke, the man snapped his fingers again, and Ivy saw someone moving toward Sophie.

Panic flooded Ivy’s heart, and she rushed forward, banging her clenched fist heavily against the glass, screaming, "Don’t touch my child, don’t touch my child, get away! Don’t touch her! You can’t touch her!

I’ll do it!"

Ivy turned back, her face ashen, and looked at the man, "I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Let the child go!"

The man waved his hand, and the person opposite finally stopped approaching Sophie.

With a "click", the man sneered sleazily, unbuckling his belt as he approached Ivy.

"See, wasn’t that easier? If you come willing, it’s more to my taste than a struggle."