Henry Stanton was struck hard by that punch, and he’s only just coming to.

He heard the commotion in front, hurriedly slapped the trunk lid above his head, and loudly demanded, "Who is it?! Who’s sitting in front?! Do you know who I am? Let me out immediately, or you’ll regret it!"

Henry’s voice was filled with rage, and Dottie shrank back, frightened.

Dottie’s Dad quickly protected her in his arms and said coldly, "Henry Stanton, you’re just a prisoner now; who are you threatening?"

The noise from the trunk stopped, followed by an angry shout: "It’s you! You actually caught me? Who gave you the courage? Are you tired of living?! Do you know how many connections I have in Crestfall?"

Dottie’s Dad chuckled and said, "I don’t have that power. Instead of wasting time cursing me, you might as well calmly wait for your punishment."

"Bullshit!" Henry Stanton cursed, his mouth continuously rambling.

Initially, Dottie was a bit scared, but gradually she got used to it and surprisingly fell asleep listening to Henry’s swearing.

Dottie’s Mom was also asleep, so Dottie’s Dad didn’t continue to bicker with Henry, afraid of disturbing their rest.

The trunk was unbearably hot, and as Henry cursed, he started feeling dry-mouthed and had trouble breathing.

However, this somehow calmed him down.

Dottie’s family couldn’t afford a car; this one must belong to someone else, which meant someone else had abducted him.

Henry carefully recalled and finally remembered how he had fainted.

It was a group of mysterious bodyguards; but ultimately, whose bodyguards were they?

Henry thought long and hard, unable to identify any enemies who would come and capture him from his hometown.

Could it be Stella Monroe, that bitch, and Felix Jennings’s people??

As Henry pondered, the car suddenly came to a stop.

A strange voice outside said, "Take the person from the trunk out for some air, he’ll suffocate."

"Yes!"

The next moment, the trunk was opened, and Henry’s eyes stung painfully. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he quickly opened them wide.

It was a highway service area, set on the road heading to Crestfall.

His captors were taking him back to Crestfall!

Why?

"Let go of me! Release me immediately! Or I’ll call the police on you!"

But the bodyguard opening the trunk acted as if he couldn’t hear him, lighting a cigarette while watching him smoke.

"Who are you really?! Who wants to capture me?"

The bodyguard extinguished the cigarette butt, gave him a cold glance, then reached out and closed the trunk.

As the trunk was being shut, he saw a silhouette walking past from the trunk’s edge.

That back figure, it looked so much like someone.

Summer Monroe...

Yet, how could that be?

That jinx was long expelled from his home; though she might hate him, given her usually timid and obedient manner, it was unlikely she would do such a thing.

It must be a mistake he made.

"Person outside, can you hear what I’m saying?! Let me out!"

However, the only response was the car starting once again.

No one talked to Henry the whole time, and in annoyance, fear gradually crept into his heart.

"I beg you, I’ll pay your wages, isn’t that enough? I’ll give you everything, capital and interest; please release me!"

He started to plead, but still nobody paid him any attention.

Gradually, Henry Stanton lost all his strength, drifted between sleep and wakefulness, as the car drove all the way to Crestfall.