Soon, a cold object pressed against Rebecca's forehead.

Her face turned pale with fear, her body trembling. "W-Who are you? Don't kill me, I have money... I can give you 75,000 dollars..."

The man in front of her had an ordinary face-one that blended into any crowd, so forgettable that anyone would easily forget it as soon as they looked away.

Hearing her words, the man smirked cruelly. "You don't need to know who I am. Just know that I'm here to kill you."

"No-" Before Rebecca could say another word, she was knocked unconscious.

An hour later, the man, wearing a mask, dragged a heavy suitcase out the door. As he left, he casually picked up the phone that had fallen outside and took it with him.

Three days later...

Nathaniel's team tracked down the address where Rebecca had been renting.

After a thorough search, they found only a suitcase of clothes and Rebecca's ID, but no sign of her.

"Mr. Preston, we couldn't find Mrs. Preston. She didn't take her ID, so it doesn't seem like she ran away," Nathaniel's secretary reported.

Nathaniel's expression darkened as he snarled, "Keep looking. If she's alive, I want to see her. If she's dead, I want to see her body!"

"Yes, Mr. Preston," his secretary replied.

After the secretary left, Nathaniel's face grew even colder as he muttered, 'Rebecca, you'd better not make me find you!'

At a villa on the outskirts overseas...

Drake, wearing a white suit, sat leisurely in the garden sipping coffee.noveldrama

Behind him stood a man in black-framed glasses, who reported with his head bowed, "Mr. Mummery, Rebecca has been dealt with, and the DNA report is in."

He handed over the report.

Drake put down his cup and reached for the file, opening it. When he saw the result he had been waiting for, he smiled and said, "Good. Our plan can begin."

"Should I book the flight now?" the man asked.

Drake raised an eyebrow. "No rush. Before we bring Nyla over, we first need to deal with the annoying man by her side."

Damon's Prospectus Technology had been doing well locally. Making a move now would only cause trouble. They needed to bankrupt Prospectus Technology first.

Once Damon couldn't stop him from taking Nyla, then they could act.

"Go contact Tom. We've given him a lot of resources over the years. It's time for him to repay us," Drake instructed.

"Understood, Mr. Mummery," the man replied.

After he left, Drake took another sip of his coffee, his smile deepening.

Tom's expression darkened as soon as he received the news from Meristate.

He had only agreed to help Drake get something from Nyla, like her hair for a DNA test, but he hadn't agreed to help him deal with Prospectus Technology.

Now, Tom just wanted to win back Valarie. As for Drake's plans-he had no interest in them.

He immediately called Drake's

secretary saying, "The Genge Group

doesn't have the ability to take on

Prospectus Technology. I'm not

going to attack a stone with an egg."

UMS

The person on the other end chuckled. "Mr. Genge, it seems the Genge Group doesn't have the ability to take on MK Company either, right?

"Don't forget, everything you have now is because of Mr. Mummery He can give it to you, but he can also take it away at any time. What you can do is be Mr. Mummery's blade.

UMS

"When Mr. Mummery no longer needs you, then you'll be free. I hope you know what's best for you, Mr. Genge."