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Chapter 1388 - 1387

After a long flight, Lucy’s head was groggy and her body wasn’t doing well either. She felt awful; even a hot shower didn’t help, it only made her sleepier. She didn’t have Emily’s kind of energy.Emily watched her expectantly, egging her on to go to a bar, with a charming Eastern European hottie to keep them company. It was obvious that if she refused, the blonde girl would be very disappointed.

She really didn’t want to go, but she also didn’t want to let Emily down.

"I’m not feeling very well right now. How about we rest for a bit and then go?" Lucy suggested a compromise. Even though she’d promised her family she wouldn’t go to those kinds of chaotic places, she couldn’t resist her best friend’s pleading and compromised, on one condition: she needed a moment to recover.

But Emily refused to compromise; her "bar-going DNA" was firing now, and there was no stopping her.

"Honey, if you’re not feeling well, why don’t you sleep at the hotel? I’ll just go by myself. I promise I’ll only play for a little while, just a little while and I’ll be back," Emily said, giving a very sincere promise.

Lucy said, "No, that won’t do. You know I can’t rest easy letting you go alone."

Emily said, "It’s fine, Pete will be with me. He’s a local, he knows the area really well, he’ll look after me."

Pete smiled harmlessly and said, "Yeah, it’s no problem. I’ll keep an eye on her, we’ll be back soon."

Lucy’s head was spinning by now; she was barely holding on and couldn’t take Emily’s pestering.

In the end, unable to resist her best friend, Lucy could only wave her hand and say, "Fine, fine, fine—but you have to promise you’ll come back quickly."

Emily said, "I promise, I swear, I’ll definitely be back very soon."

With Lucy’s permission, Emily was overjoyed; she couldn’t help but stomp excitedly, then grabbed Pete and the two of them said goodbye to Lucy.

Pete, face full of gentle smiles, waved to Lucy, then left with Emily.

Lucy’s head felt like it was splitting; she couldn’t be bothered with anything else. She turned, closed the door, went to the bed, collapsed onto it, and fell asleep.

She slept in a heavy daze; she had no idea how much time had passed.

Lucy’s awareness returned when a ringing phone jolted her awake.

Half-asleep, Lucy fumbled for the phone. Without checking who was calling, she answered, "Hello?"

On the other end came a terrified sobbing voice: "Lucy, help me, I’m really scared, come save me!"

Hearing that voice, Lucy snapped awake and shot upright. "Emily? Emily, is that you? Where are you? What happened?"

Emily sobbed, "I got robbed. They took my wallet, my bag, everything. They dragged me into an alley and tried to assault me. I struggled and got away, I’m hiding in a corner now, you have to come save me."

Lucy said, "Where’s Pete?"

Emily said, "I don’t know. We were at the bar, having some drinks, then he suddenly had something to do and left. I had no choice but to take a cab back by myself, and I got mugged."

Lucy tried to calm her. "Don’t panic, I’ll call the police right now."

Emily said, "No, don’t call the police. If you call them, they’ll notify our families, and our trip will be over. They seem to have left; I don’t hear anything. Just come pick me up now."

Lucy said, "Where are you hiding?"

Emily said, "In an alley right next to the bar I told you about."

Lucy immediately said, "Okay, I’ll come right now. Hide better, don’t make a sound, don’t let them find you."

Hanging up, Lucy hurried out of bed, hastily got dressed, and rushed out the door. Downstairs at the hotel, she flagged a cab and headed for the bar Emily had mentioned.

When she arrived at the bar, Lucy paid the fare and got out.

The bar in front of her looked very stylish, a pretty nice place, but Lucy was in no mood to pay attention. She looked around, then cautiously slipped into the alley beside the bar.

The alley was dim and a bit messy. Lucy walked in, but quickly realized it didn’t look like a place someone could hide, and she didn’t see Emily anywhere.

Had she come to the wrong place? Where on earth was Emily hiding?

Lucy took out her phone, about to message Emily.

"No need to call."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Lucy jumped and turned her head to see that Eastern European hottie, Pete. Beside him stood a blonde girl—her best friend Emily. Behind them trailed two big men, both Burly Men built like tanks.

Wasn’t Emily standing there safe and sound? What was going on?

Lucy said in relief, "Oh, honey, I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried about you."

No need to ask—earlier Emily said Pete had left for something and she’d taken a cab alone and gotten robbed. Pete must have come back and found her.

However, Emily didn’t look happy, nor did she run into Lucy’s arms. Instead, her eyes were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Lucy sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Honey, what’s the matter? What’s going on here?"

Emily burst into sobs. "I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. They forced me to do this. If I didn’t do what they said, they were going to kill me. I was so scared."

Then the two Burly Men behind them stepped forward, advancing on Lucy.

Lucy was shocked. "What is this? What are you going to do?"

She instinctively backed up, trying to run, but the alley was a dead end; there was no escape. She could only watch helplessly as the two Burly Men closed in.

One of them reached out to grab her. She tried to hit him with her phone, but how could she possibly fight two Burly Men? They subdued her in no time; struggling was useless.

Then one of the Burly Men pulled out a damp cloth and clamped it over Lucy’s nose and mouth. A sharp, pungent smell flooded her nostrils.

Lucy’s consciousness grew fuzzy. In the haze, she could still make out Emily across from her, crying her eyes out, collapsing to the ground, while the Eastern European hottie Pete beside her wore a satisfied smile.

Finally, Lucy’s eyes slipped shut and she lost consciousness completely.

When Lucy came to again, she found herself in a narrow space. It was dark all around, and the whole place was swaying as if she were on a ship. From time to time, she could hear women screaming nearby.

Thinking of what had happened in the alley, Lucy turned pale with fright and instinctively tried to sit up—only to realize her hands and feet were shackled. She was chained to a crude wooden bunk.

She’d been kidnapped!

Lucy reached that conclusion, and the panic inside her spiked exponentially.

"Help me! Help me!"

Lucy struggled and shouted at the top of her lungs, but no matter how hoarse she screamed, there was no response. No one came to see her, no one came to save her; it was as if the world had abandoned her.

From a God’s-eye view, one would see that Lucy was now on a cargo ship, locked inside a dark shipping container.

And this cargo ship was plowing across the vast Atlantic Ocean, heading toward London.