Bailey got into Alvin's car and it started up quickly.

"Miss Bailey, have you picked out the clothes?"Asked Alvin.

"Selected."

"That's good. Just now the young master was a little anxious and called to urge."

Bailey smiled apologetically and did not mention to Alvin the unpleasant incident that had just occurred in the dress shop.

"Something is not right today." Alvin, driving, suddenly spoke.

Bailey raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Alvin meant.

"There's a car behind that seems to be following us." Alvin's voice tightened as he kept looking in the mirror.

There was a white van in the rear-view mirror, which seemed to have followed them from the moment they left the ready-to-wear store, keeping a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

"Miss Bailey, sit tight. I'm going to speed up and shake them off." Alvin stepped on the accelerator.

Bailey saw the coffee in the cup shake a little, and then Cadillac's speed shot up. Alvin was so skilled at driving that the white van was nowhere to be seen.

"That's great. It can be said to be a drop..."

Alvin was a little too happy, and before he could finish his words, he heard a "clang," and Bailey felt as if he had been given a strong push, leaning forward abruptly.

A screeching brake sound rang out.

It turned out that the Cadillac had been scraped by a car next to it.

"Oh dear, what's going on today? Why is everything going wrong?" Alvin felt sorry for the car and immediately stopped to check.

Seeing that he had actually hit such a luxury car, the driver of the accident got out of the car with a crying look on his face. The two cars stopped in the middle of the road, waiting for the police to deal with the accident.

"Miss Bailey, it's not certain when it will be done, or you can take a taxi back first." Henry had already called to ask, and Alvin was afraid that he would be in a hurry, so he made this suggestion to Bailey.

At this point, there was nothing Bailey could do. She got out of the Cadillac and stood by the roadside.

She was lucky. Just as she had settled down, a taxi came up and stopped in front of her.

"Miss, please get in." The driver greeted her politely.

But Bailey looked inside and saw that there was already a passenger in the car, so she shook her head and said she would wait for another one.

"This isn't a guest. It's a friend of mine who escorted me today."The driver explained.

Bailey considered that it was a busy traffic area and it was not easy to get a taxi, so he stepped into the car.

The driver seemed to be in a good mood, joking and laughing with his companion all the way.

But Bailey began to sense something was wrong. After all this time, the car should have reached the military district hospital, but why hadn't it reached its destination? And now the street view outside the window was getting more and more desolate and remote.

"Where are you driving? I'm going to the military region hospital." Bailey raised a question.

"I'm on my way to the Hospital." The driver explained unhurriedly.

"You're going in the wrong direction. Stop and I won't take it."

"Miss, this is the right direction, but you don't know the way." Sitting in the passenger seat, the driver's friend spoke at this moment, "I have navigation here. You can come and see the route."

As he spoke, he handed Bailey his phone, gesturing for her to take a good look at the map.

Bailey pushed his head closer.

Just then, the man suddenly turned his hand, pulled out a bottle of spray and pressed the nozzle.

"Whet..." A wisp of white mist, with a strange aroma, rose from the nozzle and sprayed all over Bailey's face.

Bailey seemed to want to struggle a little longer, but before she could move, she lay down on her seat.

"I made it, big brother." The man in the passenger seat was excited, looked at Bailey, then at the spray on his hand, and said smugly, "This foreign drug is a bit expensive, but it really works."

"All right, you can be safe." John glanced at him and continued speeding in the taxi.

The taxi drove for a little longer and then stopped in a public building garage. Seeing no one around, the two men sneaked out of the car and carried the unconscious Bailey into a room.

The two of them placed Bailey on a large bed.

Bailey, like a Sleeping beauty, had curly long hair, fair skin, rosy lips and an alluring air all over. The man, known as Jam, looked at Bailey with a sullen expression, his saliva almost dripping to the ground. He had seen countless women, but they simply couldn't be compared to Bailey.

"Do something serious." The boss, dressed as a driver, said discontentedly. He first drew all the curtains in the room, instantly plunging the entire room into darkness. He turned on the wall lamp and took out a DSLR camera from a backpack, adjusting the focal length.

"I undress the girl to make it easier for you to take pictures. Isn't that a serious business?" Jam chuckled lecherously. He was impatient and reached out to unbutton Bailey's clothes.

******

Today, the car was hit and a large piece of paint came off. Alvin was not very happy. However, the traffic police handled the situation impartially and determined that it was the other party's full responsibility based on the situation on the scene, which gave Alvin a little relief.

Alvin walked up to the door, gave a gentle push, and saw Henry sitting at his desk, with his eyes closed, fiddling with a pistol between his fingers.

Henry was so familiar with Alvin's footsteps that he slowly opened his eyes and nodded to Alvin. "Is everything done? Bailey, have you been sent back to Hospital?

Alvin asked strangely, "I asked Miss Bailey to take a taxi back to the hospital first."

Henry was taken aback, his long phoenix eyes filled with astonishment. "I just called and the nurse said she hasn't returned to the ward yet."

"What?" Alvin was no longer calm.

Just then Henry's phone rang. When Henry looked, he couldn't see the number on his phone screen. Henry frowned, but he answered the call without hesitation.

"Hello, is that Sir Henry?" A strange voice came from the other end of the line, and it was obvious that the person was using a voice changer, not wanting to reveal his true voice.

"I am." He replied concisely and calmly.

"Your girl is in our hands. She's so perfect and hot that it would be a waste if we didn't take a big photo shoot."

"My man, don't move. You can't afford the consequences." His words carried an unassailable authority.

"Ten million in cash, ready by tomorrow night. If time drags on, we won't be able to hold back in the face of such a beautiful woman." After a burst of lewd laughter, the call was hung up.

"Master, what shall we do?" After hearing the content of the call, Alvin turned pale and was at a loss.

Henry pulled out his pistol all of a sudden, with a cold and ruthless look in his eyes: "I'm going to destroy them."