Save Myself from Desperation

Miranda was startled. In the middle of the night, several tough-looking strange men with tattoos and gold chains lingered outside the apartment building. Each one looked fierce and formidable, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

Fearful of attracting unnecessary trouble, Miranda didn’t linger. She just wanted to hurry upstairs and get home. Strangely, the security personnel on duty at the apartment building were nowhere to be found today. The entire first-floor lobby was eerily quiet.

As Miranda took a few steps inside, she heard footsteps behind her. Unsure if those unfamiliar men were following her, her scalp tingled with fear. Her heart raced, and without looking back, she sprinted toward the direction of the elevator.

However, before reaching the elevator, a robust arm grabbed her shoulder from behind, and immediately, her mouth and nose were covered with a damp cloth.

Miranda couldn’t struggle in time and lost consciousness.

“Another headache?” Ashley reached out to massage Valentin’s temples at Kingsley Villa. Feeling uneasy, she wondered when his lingering headaches would finally subside.

Medication didn’t seem to be very effective. “Don't worry, it’s much better now,” Valentin reassured her, unwilling to let her feel anxious.

“Don't lie to me. Let me take a look.” Ashley carefully examined his complexion, sensing that he was still uncomfortable. She wished she could endure those headaches on his behalf.

Gently massaging his temples for a while and seeing a slight

improvement in his expression, Ashley guessed the headache had eased a bit. She was slightly relieved. But an uneasy feeling lingered.

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Soon after. Ashley’s phone rang. Checking it, she saw an unfamiliar number calling.

Her brows furrowed instantly. Ashley had developed a conditioned response to unfamiliar numbers, associating them with annoyance.

She swore never to answer such calls again if it was another issue with the Ramos family. With a sense of irritation, Ashley answered the phone.

Atense and nervous male voice came through. “Ashley, your friend Miranda is in trouble!” Ashley was surprised. Frankie? It was his voice.

The long-missing Frankie was calling. What was going on?

“You're saying Miranda is in trouble?” Ashley’s gaze instantly turned sharp, choosing to believe there was a problem rather than dismissing it.

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“Ashley, please don’t hang up on me!” Frankie, who hadn’t spoken t Ashley in a long time, afraid of being rejected, nervously said, “Ashley, I’m not lying to you. My disappearance before was intentional. | didn’t go missing. I've been hiding in the shadows, observing my family’s situation, trying to figure out some things.

“In the past few days, I’ve noticed something about my father...” Frankie hesitated at this point, quickly changing his wording. “These days, I’ve observed that Evan is acting strangely. He’s been secretly contacting several wanted fugitives, seemingly up to something. | didn’t understand at first, but today, | found out that Evan had those fugitives sneak into your friend Miranda’s residence, and they took her away. Ashley, believe me, I’m not lying to you!”

In these past few days, Frankie had been lurking in the shadows, secretly keeping an eye on the Ramos family and racking his brains on how to beg for Ashley’s forgiveness. Sometimes, unable to resist the urge, overwhelmed by his longing for Ashley, he would use an unfamiliar number to call her.

Even if the call went through, he didn’t dare to speak. It was as if he were arat hiding in the shadows, afraid of being exposed, only daring to listen. to Ashley’s voice secretly, and that was enough.

Initially, the fact that Miranda was taken away had nothing to do with him, and he didn’t care about her. Chapter 285

But upon second thought, Miranda was Ashley’s friend. If something happened to her, Ashley would be upset. So, when the call was connected this time, Frankie didn’t remain silent. Instead, he took the initiative to speak and explained the situation.

However, he was once the scoundrel brother who had wanted to ser Ashley to prison. She despised him so much. Would she believe his words again?

In his less than half a second of nervous anticipation, Frankie heard Ashley’s sharp and angry voice. “Where have those people taken Miranda?”

When Ashley asked this question, anger surged in her eyes. The desire to deal with Evan intensified within her.

Hearing Ashley believe him and actively inquire, Frankie’s heart trembled. He couldn't tell if it was excitement or another emotion, and tears inexplicably welled up in his eyes. Ashley believed him.

Wiping away his tears, he felt ashamed of his incompetence. “I... don’t know where they took Miranda, but Ashley, don’t worry, I'll find out as soon as possible. I'll inform you immediately if there’s any news!”

Ashley couldn't afford to delay. After hanging up the phone, she immediately called Miranda. The call couldn’t get through. It seemed something had indeed happened to her.

Putting on her coat, she decided to go directly to Ramos Villa to confront Evan. Valentin was nearby when she answered the call and overheard some of the conversation. “Miranda is missing?”

“She’s been taken by people sent by Evan. I’m going to confront him and demand her release.” Ashley's face turned terrifyingly cold, filled with suppressed anger.

She thought, ‘Evan, if you’ve got a bone to pick, take it up with me. Bringing Miranda into this is just going too far! “I'm coming with you.” Valentin decided without hesitation. “But what about your headache?”

“It's fine.”

Ashley thought for a moment. Now was not the time to insist on going alone. The top priority was finding Miranda. According to Frankie, those who took her were wanted fugitives. If anything happened to her.....

“Okay, come with me.” Ashley pinched her fingers, trying to stay calm. She analyzed. “Let’s head straight to Ramos Villa to face Evan. But I’m concerned he might try something tricky. Have a few people check around Miranda’s place and see if any surveillance cameras have caught anything. Just in case there are any clues left behind.”

With both tasks carried out concurrently, the efficiency would be higher.

“Alright. | understand.” Valentin instructed through a phone call while holding Ashley’s hand. He noticed that she appeared calm on the surface, but her palms were cold. She was genuinely worried about Miranda.

Soon, the head of the Kingsley family’s security team, Clark Newton, one of Valentin’s trusted confidants, gathered with a dozen tall and robust subordinates.

These subordinates were all elites. Some of them followed Valentin’s orders and went to check around Miranda's residence for any surveillance clues. The rest accompanied Ashley and Valentin to Ramos. Villa.

In the night, several black cars swiftly raced along the road.

After driving for a while, Ashley, seated in the back of the leading car, looked at Clark, who was in the driver's seat, with a furrowed brow. “Pull over by the roadside.”

Clark was puzzled, not understanding what was happening. However, this was Ashley, meaning she was his boss’ wife. Clark immediately glanced in the rearview mirror at Valentin, who was sitting next to Ashley, seeking confirmation from him. Valentin nodded slightly.

Clark internally expressed that he had expected this. Valentin had no boundaries when it came to Ashley and would listen to her in everything.

Clark promptly pulled over to the side of the road obediently.

Ashley got out of the back seat and directly opened the driver’s door, saying, “You're too slow. Sit on the side. I'll drive”: Chapter 285

Clark was again confused but immediately realized that Ashley was none other than the famous racing legend Ava.

No wonder she found him slow!