章 43: SHE'S BEEN KIDNAPPED

As Yue Ling danced with Mo Shira, she suddenly felt dizzy and excused herself to use the washroom. Once inside, she sensed someone following her, but the feeling dissipated, and she shrugged it off. After finishing, she heard a noise outside and exited to find a mysterious man blocking her path. She turned to leave, but more men surrounded her, their fierce gazes closing in.

Before she could react, someone from behind her pressed a drugged handkerchief to her nose. Yue Ling struggled, tearing one of the men's shirts and leaving it on the floor, along with her wristwatch, hoping Mo Shira would find a clue. Despite her efforts, the drug took effect, and everything went black.

The men swiftly took her through the back door and escaped, leaving the party unaware of the danger that had just unfolded.

Mo Shira grew impatient when Yue Ling didn't return after a while. He went to the women's washroom to look for her, but found it empty. Anxiety crept in as he thought she might have run away, unsure if she was ready for marriage. However, as he exited the washroom, he spotted something on the floor - Yue Ling's wristwatch. His concern deepened.

Nearby, he found a piece of cloth material, indicating she wasn't alone. Mo Shira's eyes widened as he rushed to the back door, finding it open. He quickly called Mo Jihnu, informing him that Yue Ling had been kidnapped.

Outside, multiple footprints confirmed his worst fears. Mo Shira rushed back into the hall, interrupting the party to announce an emergency. The celebration came to an abrupt end as Grandpa Mo, Zhao Lifei, and Mo Lin headed home, while Mo Shira and Mo Jihnu set out to search for Yue Ling.

Grandpa Mo Shen alerted the police, and a massive search operation ensued. Mo Lin suddenly remembered something crucial and called Mo Shira, who had split from Mo Jihnu to cover more ground.

"Is she back?" Mo Shira asked anxiously.

"No, but..." Mo Lin hesitated.

"But what? Talk to me!" Mo Shira urged.

"The ring," Mo Lin said, and Mo Shira's eyes widened as he recalled the tracker he had installed in the engagement ring, a precaution against Daniel Shaw's threats.

Mo Shira quickly hung up and ordered his team to track Daniel Shaw's whereabouts. They discovered he had been granted bail and was no longer in Country M. Mo Shira reviewed the CCTV footage, seeing how Yue Ling was abducted and taken away in a black van without a plate number. They followed the van's route but lost track of it in an area without CCTV coverage.

"So, he's out. Could he have kidnapped her?" Mo Shira thought, his mind racing. "There's no one else I can think of except him."

Mo Shira barked orders at his team. "Find out his location and track him. There's a tracker on Yue Ling; find out where it is." He hung up, determined to rescue Yue Ling and bring Daniel Shaw to justice.

Mo Shira was tirelessly tracking Daniel Shaw's location and the signal from Yue Ling's ring, determined to rescue her.

Meanwhile, in a remote area far from the city, Yue Ling found herself in a luxurious king-size bed, unsure if she was saved or still in danger. The building was hidden from view, with no CCTV cameras in sight. It was a beautiful, well-maintained structure, unlike a typical hideout.

As Yue Ling regained consciousness, she noticed her hands were tied to the bed, but her clothes were intact, bringing her a sense of relief. She considered shouting for help but heard footsteps approaching. The door opened, and two men entered - the same ones who had kidnapped her at the party. They stared at her, and she returned their gaze, trying to read their intentions.

Yue Ling's voice trembled as she asked, "W-what... do... you... guys want?"

Men 1 reassured her, "Miss, please stay calm. We aren't here to hurt you."

Yue Ling pleaded, "Then let me go. How much do you want? I can give it to you."

Men 2 advised, "It's better you wait for the boss to come. He's on his way."

Yue Ling's heart raced as she thought of Daniel, her mind filled with terrifying possibilities. She tried to remain calm, but beads of sweat formed on her face and back.

Just as she feared the worst, Mo Jihnu burst in, his expression relieved. "Oh, Ling! Thank God we found you. I'll call Mo Shira right away. He must be worried sick about you. Thankfully, I arrived in time to prevent these folks from harming you."

Yue Ling's eyes welled up with relief as she begged, "Thank God you came. Please call him and get me out of here."

But instead of making the call, Mo Jihnu's expression turned sinister. He hugged her tightly, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. Yue Ling struggled to break free, her breath caught in her throat.

When he finally released her, Yue Ling's anger flared. "How dare you—"

But Mo Jihnu's laughter cut her off, his eyes gleaming with madness. "You thought I'd call him? You're a fool to think I'd let you go that easily. I'm the boss here."

Yue Ling's disgust was palpable. "I wonder what your brother will do to you once he finds out what you're up to."

Mo Jihnu sneered. "He won't ever find out. He's busy tracing Daniel, and the only way he could track you is through the ring, which my guys have already removed and thrown away. They'll never suspect a thing, especially since this is a home, not a gangster's hideout."

With a wave of his hand, Mo Jihnu ordered, "Bring them in."

One of the men ushered in an elderly man and woman, their faces unfamiliar to Yue Ling. She wondered who they were and what role they played in Mo Jihnu's twisted game.

Yue Ling's gaze fell upon the trembling Mr. and Mrs. Jacob, who seemed to be under Mo Jihnu's control. Mo Jihnu sneered, "These are the homeowners, and if the police come knocking, they'll vouch that this is their residence and they've lived here for a long time. And what will happen then?"

He turned to Yue Ling, his eyes glinting with malice. "The police will leave, and no one will suspect a thing. You'll be trapped here, with no one to rescue you."

Yue Ling's anger boiled over. "How could you do this to your brother?"

Mo Jihnu's expression twisted in resentment. "Why can't I? He stole you from me! He forced you into a relationship, knowing I love you. Is that what you call a brother?"

Yue Ling's voice was laced with disdain. "Fine, tell me what you want from me. Why are you keeping me here?"

Mo Jihnu's smile was chilling. "Simple: I want you. I want you to marry me."