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Chapter 173
"The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again."
The call was terminated; that was what this meant. The automated voice would have stated something
else if the call was not answered at all. It would have said, 'The number you have dialed cannot be
reached. Please call again or try later."
Plus, the dial tone only rang five or six times.
At that moment, the driver realized something. He looked up and used the rearview mirror to look at the
backseat. His face changed when he saw Vicky was awake, and he realized Vicky's phone, which was
in her hand, was lit up. He asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
Vicky panicked, but she tried hard not to show it on her face and remained calm. "I should be the one
asking this question."
While she was talking, she tried to call Tyler again. "This is not where I want to go. Where are you
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Since Vicky knew what was happening, the driver sneered, "A place where you should be!"
She attempted another call, but it was hung up after just three rings.
She was devastated. She was not the type to call repeatedly just because the other side hung up on
her. If it was not an emergency, she would not have bothered to call.
This was different. She was in danger, and she had no idea where the driver was taking her. Her
subconscious told her to seek help from Tyler.
The third time she tried to call Tyler, his phone was turned off.
"The number you have dialed is not in service. Please try again later.’
Vicky was heartbroken. Her anxiousness was banished by disappointment.
Suddenly, she calmed down. 'Isn't it better to call the police instead of calling Tyler?’ she thought.
Just when she was about to call the police, the driver abruptly stepped on the brake, and Vicky, caught
off-guard, lost her grip on her phone, sending it hurtling toward the front seat.
When she looked up, she saw several men standing in front of the car.
The driver picked up her phone and smiled evilly. "We're here."
The door to the backseat was opened as the man dragged Vicky out of the car.
It was a desolate place with no tall buildings or residences in sight. The only thing present was a
deserted warehouse.
It was already half past 9 p.m. at this point, and there was barely any light to light the area-just like an
abyss. The warehouse in front of them was the only light that existed in the darkness.
Vicky's face was pale, but she contradicted herself as she calmly offered," I'll give you lots of money if
you let me go. I-"
"Are you going to tell us that you are Tyler Hart's wife? And we shouldn't do anything to you?"
interrupted a burly-looking guy.
Vicky's eyelashes quivered. "You...know?"
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The muscular guy chuckled. "Of course! Why do you think we brought you here?"
At that time, the taxi driver who had Vicky’s phone with him said, "You're rather sharp, Missus Hart. You
didn't shout and scream when you woke up. You took the chance to call for help when I didn't notice.
Too bad, you called the wrong person. If you call someone else, we would've been in trouble!"
The driver saw Tyler's name on Vicky's recent contact list. Soon, he switched off Vicky's phone.
At this point, Vicky had rein back her nerves. "So all of you are...Tyler’s enemies?"
"You're smart, Missus Hart."
"Why did you take me to this place?" Vicky asked.
The muscular guy answered, "What else do you think we want with you other than using you to
threaten Tyler?"
After that, the muscular guy said to his mates, "Call the boss. Tell him we got Tyler’s wife!"
The other muscular guy took the phone and said, sounding oddly surprised, "Tyler's security in the
hospital was impenetrable. Before we could get near the hospital, we were already discovered. He is
so afraid that we'd kidnap the woman in the hospital! Yet, for his wife..."
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