Love Contract

Chapter 92 Being Abducted

Although it was dark out at night, a lot of people were coming and going at the airport of Japan. The roar of the plane landing resounded throughout the sky.

A helicopter quietly hovered over the exclusive track as the speed of its propellers gradually decreased.

"Young master, we're here. You can now get off the plane," the bodyguard said courteously as he hopped off the plane.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes, his brown pupils emitting a new light. He got off the aircraft without saying a word and walked casually forward.

A few bodyguards followed behind him.

This man was Frank, who had been forced to come to Japan by his father.

"Young master, the car is just on the opposite side." The bodyguard pointed to a silver sports car parked outside as they were leaving the airport.

"Okay." Frank nodded, but his brows were furrowed. He calmly looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"Young master, this way please," the leading bodyguard urged.

"There is no need to hurry," Frank smiled. "I suddenly want to have a cigarette. Do you have cigarette?"

"Well..." The bodyguards looked at each other. "Young master, we..."

"Well," Frank chuckled. "I forgot that my father doesn't smoke and neither does he allow the guards to smoke. You certainly don't have cigarettes. I completely forgot. But I really want to smoke. What should I do?"

"Please hold on for a second, young master!"

"Why?" Frank's stared at him sharply. "When I get back to my father's place, he won't allow me to smoke. Why don't you stay here and wait for me to finish smoking?" He pointed to the smoking room nearby and said, "It won't take long, just a few minutes."

"But..."

"Stop!" Frank raised his hand to stop the bodyguards behind him. "I don't have anything with me. Do you really have to follow me around? I won't run away."

"Then please come back as soon as possible, young master." The leading bodyguard took a step back.

"Okay." Frank walked to the smoking room and left them outside.

As soon as he was out of the bodyguards' sight, Frank rushed to the smoking room.

It was a shame that it was quite late and there was only one person sitting in the corner of the smoking room. Frank walked towards the person who sat in the corner and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Buddy," Frank said in fluent Japanese. "Can I borrow your phone?"

The man turned around and there was a long scar on his face. Frank gasped, but kept his composure.

"I'll trade you this for the phone, I forgot to bring money." Frank took off his watch and handed it over. "I want to make a call using your phone."

The scarred man frowned and put his hand in his pocket.

Frank let out a sigh of relief. When he was about to say thanks, he felt that there was something wrong. It seemed that someone was watching him from behind.

"Don't move!" At this moment, the scarred man took out a weapon from his back pocket and pointed it at Frank's head.

Several people quietly rushed out from nowhere and surrounded Frank from behind. Frank cursed underneath his breath, secretly annoyed at his own carelessness. He helplessly raised his hands above his head.

"Take him away!" The scarred man didn't say anything more. After giving the order, several people swarmed up and escorted him through the back door with a gun secretly placed on his back.

This group of people were well-trained and their movements were quite consistent. Who on earth were they? Could they be his father's enemies in the business world? Or was it someone else who had a grudge against him?

Frank frowned, but couldn't think of anyone else who could've orchestrated this.

"Get in!" Walking out of the airport, they stopped in front of a black van. The scarred man pushed Frank. Frank turned around and glared at him. He then got inside the van against his will.

A long time had passed, the bodyguards waited by the door but didn't see Frank come out. It made them anxious.

"Why hasn't young master come out yet? Head inside and take a look!" the leader commanded.

"Yes, sir." A man beside him went inside the smoking room. Not a minute passed and he ran out heaving. "Oh, no, young master is missing!"

"What? Oh shit!" The leader bit his lip. He rushed into the smoking room first and looked for Frank. After he had searched every corner, he couldn't find a single trace of him.

"Did young master run away by himself?"

"That's impossible! It wouldn't be wise to run away, and young master knew that."

"Let's search the area first," the leader instructed. "If we can't find him in half an hour, inform master immediately."

"Yes, sir."

The last glimmer of light in the sky of A City gradually disappeared. Mary and William were sitting in the car on their way back.

"Mary, you seem to be very tired. How about you rest for a while?" Aunt Amy said as she glanced at the back seat.

"I'm fine," said Mary, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm not tired."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Mary smiled. She felt fatigued because her period was approaching.

"Don't push yourself." William glanced at her.

"Humph! Are you looking down on me?" Mary pouted.

It turned out that Mary was really trying to stay awake. Twenty minutes later, she closed her eyes. Her body shook slowly with the car and her head hit the glass from time to time, but she still didn't wake up.

"Stupid woman." William frowned and glanced at her in disgust.

"Bang!"

Mary's head hit the window again. With her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, she seemed to be in deep sleep!

"Hah!" With a blank expression, William stretched out his hand and placed Mary's head on his shoulder.

"Uh..." Mary made some small noises. She then shuffled closer to William.

'This is the last time I'm doing this, Mary!'

William grunted in his heart. But he couldn't deny that he felt the absence of Mary's annoying voice really boring. He also closed his eyes.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

After a while, Timothy's phone suddenly rang in the car.

"Hello?" Timothy spoke in a deep voice.

"What? Damn it!" Timothy suddenly shouted, "But have you found him? Well... I see. Don't worry."

"Hmm? What's up? Is there something wrong?" Mary woke up abruptly. She then moved aside from William. "What's wrong?"

"Quiet, it's nothing." When William heard this, he opened his eyes and pointed to Timothy.

"Well..." Mary quickly shut her mouth and covered it with her hand.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything. Alright?" After saying a few words, Timothy hung up the call. His face was devoid of emotion.

William stared at his father and scratched his head.

"Is it bad news?" William asked hesitantly.

"No." Timothy's expression hadn't changed.

"Okay," William answered.

"Frank..." Timothy asked again in the quiet car, "Has he contacted you today?"

"No," William shook his head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Timothy closed his eyes and stopped talking.

It wasn't like his father to ask something without reason! Hearing that, William was a little flustered. Was there something wrong with Frank?

He hurriedly dug his hand in his pocket, only to find it empty. He had forgotten to take his phone with him. "Damn it!" William exclaimed as he lay back on the seat.

"What's wrong?" Mary rubbed her eyes.

"Nothing." William tried to hold back his anger. Even if his father opposed the relationship between Frank and him, he would never do anything to hurt Frank. He was just too impulsive!

The car drove around for another hour before returning to the family house. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

As soon as William got out of the car, he rushed to his bedroom on the second floor. When he entered the bathroom, he found his phone lying quietly on the sink.

He swiped the screen, but there were no calls or messages.

The feeling of dread washed over his body. William anxiously dialed Frank's number.

"Doo, doo..."

"Sorry! The subscriber you dialed can not be connected for the moment, please redial later...."

Taking a deep breath, William called again, but the cold and emotionless female voice repeated the same words over and over again. It was impossible for Frank not to answer his phone.

The doubts and uneasiness in his heart weighed heavier with every unanswered call. William threw the phone into his pocket and rushed out.

It was the safest way to go to the seaside villa.

"Where are you going?" As he was going downstairs, he happened to bump into Mary.

"I'm heading out."

"Dinner will be ready soon. You can go after dinner," Mary said.

"No thanks. I need to go, now." Without a moment's delay, William was about to walk out of the door.

"Stop!"

A sonorous and powerful shout bellowed from the living room. Timothy stood up from the sofa and gazed at him sharply. "Where are you going?"

Hearing his father's voice, William stopped but didn't look back. "I'm going back to the seaside villa."

"No, don't!"

"Why?" William turned around and stared at Timothy. He titled his head and clenched his fists.

"The person you're looking for isn't there."

"Then where is he?" "He's in Japan."

"Don't lie to me! Tell me the truth!" Hearing that, William's face was devoid of emotion.

Standing not too far away from them, Mary was shocked and at the same time nervous to see them fighting.

Of course, Mary knew that they were talking about Frank. But did Frank really go to Japan? What did William mean when he said the "truth"?

"That's the truth." Timothy shouted, "You don't even believe your own father?"

"Then what about that call you answered in the car? Who was in worry? What happened? Stop lying to me!" William's loud voice echoed. His fists were clenched as his anger rose.

"You don't have to know."

"I have to know!" After saying that, William turned around and almost left.

"Stop him!" Timothy roared angrily. Several bodyguards suddenly appeared on both sides of the gate to stop William.

Was this a fight between father and son?

Mary stood aside, her heart beating fast. If they were fighting, shouldn't she go help? She was going crazy!

"You want to stop me?" A grin appeared on the corners of William's mouth.

The more his father tried to stop him, the more it meant that something was wrong. William was sure that something bad must have happened to Frank. He knew it was about time his father told him. He couldn't hide it forever!

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