CHAPTER 294 RESCUED

With this, Dominic Conrad could be released from prison!

She could not fathom that after all her efforts to get revenge for herself and her child, she had finally achieved her goal. Now, all of that was gone in vain!

Yvonne was mercilessly thrown aside by the men in black. She was in a complete daze as she landed on the ground.

The old man got up and approached her with the help of his cane. He looked down at her from above and said, "I hope you don’t blame me for resorting to such measures little girl. This would not have happened if you had only signed the document like a good girl.”

"Why?" Yvonne's fingers slowly reached for the carpet and clenched onto it tightly, her eyes filled with hatred for the old man. "I have done nothing against you!"

The old man coldly snorted. "You do not have anything against me, but I do have a grudge against the Lancasters. You just so happen to be involved in all this because you're a member of the Lancasters.”

A grudge with the Lancasters?

Yvonne trembled as she said, "Who exactly are you?" holds this content.

The old man stomped his cane on the floor. "You don't need to know who I am. All you need to know is that the Conrads are now under my protection. We'll be coming after the Lancasters till the bitter end.”

“What?" Yvonne was shocked.

The Conrads were now working together with this old man?

Did that mean that the Conrads would be joining the old man to go against the Lancasters?

"You seem to have realized and guessed something." The old man coldly leered at Yvonne. "You really are smart, yet you've chosen to stand by the Lancasters in these turbulent times. Therefore, little girl, you’ll be the first to feel my wrath on behalf of the Lancasters!"

Yvonne's heart skipped a beat as she heard this. She clenched her fists as she crawled up from the floor." What are you planning to do?"

As she asked the question, her eyes scanned the entire room to find something she could use to defend herself.

The old man had seen through her intentions but did not stop her. Instead, he found her futile efforts and her overconfidence to be extremely laughable.

"Both of you!" The old man pointed at Yvonne as he ordered the men in black. "Take good care of our guest. I don't care what you do to her as long as she doesn’t die. From this point on, I want the Lancasters t o have a taste of the suffering I felt in the past!"

As he issued the order, he turned and walked out of the room as his hand trembled while using his cane to aid him.

The door had once again been shut tight, and Yvonne desperately held onto the fruit tray she had just picked up.

She saw that there were other people guarding the door as the old man walked out. That had meant there was absolutely no chance for her to flee from that room.

Even if it was unguarded, she could not escape the men in front of her either.

"Stay away from me.” Yvonne tightly hugged the tray i n her arms for defense as she stared at the men, her eyes filled with terror.

There was no way the men would listen to her since they were under the old man's command. They looked at each other for a while before one of them held up his leg and suddenly kicked her.

The kick landed squarely on Yvonne's belly. She shrieked in pain as she collapsed onto the ground.

The tray she held onto had flung out from her grasp due to the kick and shattered on the floor with a bang.

The men saw that Yvonne had grown pale and curled up like a ball on the floor but did not have a shred of remorse on their faces. They continued to hit her and did not stop until she seemed to be dying.

At that point, Yvonne had been desperately gasping for air and she could not open her eyes.

The men checked up on her condition for a moment before exiting the room to report the situation.

A few minutes later, someone came in through that door again, only this time, a single man entered with a bag in his hands.

The man threw the bag at Yvonne’s head. "The master has passed along a message. Everything that you have suffered through today is because you are a part of the Lancasters. If you want to hate, hate the Lancasters. Also, this is just the beginning. When you get rescued b y your husband later, tell him to prepare himself for hellish revenge that is about to come to him.”

When he was finished, the man walked away and the room door closed again.

Darkness encompassed the room once again. Yvonne squirmed and held out a trembling hand towards the bag located above her head. She then struggled to open an eye and rummaged around

inside to find a cellphone. Yvonne dialed Henry's number on the phone.

Henry answered the phone and his voice was slightly nervous. "Where are you, Yvonne?"

"Henry..." Yvonne's lips pursed as she heard his voice, and a heart full of emotions started to rush out from her chest. "I-I..."

"What's wrong, where are you now? Tell me," asked Henry again, his voice even more nervous than before.

He could tell that there was something wrong through her voice as if she had something unspeakable.

Yvonne looked at the pitch black room she was stuck i n, gasping for air. "I-I... I-I... I don't know where I am..."

"What?" Henry raised an eyebrow and asked again, "v o you see any landmarks nearby?"

"I'm sorry Henry." Yvonne forced a wry smile in despair. "I might not be able to answer you, I can't hold on anymore, it's so painful..."

Yvonne's body began to sway as she spoke—she felt as though she was being pricked by thousands of needles at the same time and was in extreme pain. She began to lose consciousness and the phone fell from her hands.

On the other side, Henry heard the sound of something collapsing and his heart throbbed uncontrollably and felt uneasy. He tightly held onto his phone and shouted at the phone, "Yvonne? Yvonne Trey?"

There was no reply.

Henry realized that the situation was dire and his face darkened. He hung up the phone and immediately called Joe.

"Mr. Lancaster?"

"Yvonne's phone is on, track her location immediately," ordered Henry with a cold voice.

"Yes sir!" answered Joe and immediately went to do as he was told.

Two minutes later, Henry received a location on his phone.

Henry looked at the address on his phone and frowned.

He had sent men to look after Yvonne the moment he found out from Sue that she had been kidnapped, but failed to find her even after trying for a few hours.

He had even suspected she had been taken away from the city, even making preparations to arrange men to check every airport and train station in the city. He never thought that she would be confined in a hotel.

Henry gathered his thoughts and immediately headed to the hotel without any further delay.

At the hotel, Henry kicked the room door open instead of waiting for someone to open it for him.

The room was pitch-black. A pungent smell attacked Henry’s nostrils the moment he entered the room.

That smell... Blood!

It was the pungent smell of blood in the room, could it be...

"Lights!” ordered Henry loudly.

Joe, who was behind him, immediately turned on the lights.

When the room was lit up, everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes when they saw a woman lying on the ground.

The woman had laid there with her body crooked in different places, her face bloody. Obviously, she had been tortured mercilessly with her current state unknown.

At that moment, Henry thought his heart had stopped.

"Mr. Lancaster, madam is..." Joe was the first to react and looked at Henry in shock.

Henry did not reply. His face was completely broken a s he walked towards the woman. He knelt in front of her and he raised a finger to check and see if she was breathing, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

When he noticed that she was still breathing, albeit faintly, he immediately carried her up and ran for the exit.

Joe saw him running and hurried to follow behind him.

At the hospital's emergency treatment room, Henry sat down on the cold hospital bench. His head was slightly lowered as he held his hands together tightly. I t was obvious that he wasn't actually as calm as he seemed.

"Mr. Lancaster." Joe walked towards him with a phone in his hands.

Henry’s eyes narrowed, his voice croaky as he said, " How is it?"

"I've checked, there were three men in the room, two o f them are bodyguards with one of them who used their identity to register at the hotel. I'm unable to find out the identity of the person behind

this," said Joe in an apologetic tone.

"You can’t find out?" Henry was obviously unhappy with what he had just heard.