Vincent Hawthorne froze for a moment, a rare occurrence.
'What is she talking about?'
'Does she want me to pretend to hold her hostage and threaten Liam Linden to release Vivian?'
Seeing that Vincent Hawthorne hadn't moved, Faye Vaughn soundlessly mouthed, 'Quickly!'
Vincent Hawthorne came to his senses and quickly played along. In a cold voice, he said, "Liam Linden, you couldn't have guessed, could you? I've put Faye Vaughn under house arrest. If you dare touch the person I care about, I'll go after Faye Vaughn."
From the other end of the phone came Vivian Windsor's sobbing voice. "Vince… Vince, I just knew you were the one who treats me best, SOB… SOB… SOB…"
At that moment, Vivian Windsor was tied to a hard, cold chair. Her hands were bound behind its back, and the ropes cut so tightly into her skin that the pain had turned to numbness.
The cramped, filthy, dilapidated room was damp and chilly, and the air reeked of mold.
She was terrified and panicked.
