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Mr. Billionaire - Season 1 - Episode 53
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Gretchen’s face was twisted in anger, her cheeks bright red.

“This way,” Gretchen snapped, heading in the opposite direction of where I was hiding.

They headed off quickly.

My breathing was heavy. I reached in my jeans and received a very sharp amount of pain.

The pain from Gretchen’s gunshot yesterday seemed to be getting worse.

I sighed and used my other hand to pull out my cell phone.

It was dead. There was no way I could contact the police. Or Liam.

I sighed and looked back. Gretchen and her posse was gone.

I stood up shakily. Now that all the adrenaline was gone, I was aware of how terrible I felt.

My limbs were sore, my head was pounding, my shoulder was crying out for medical attention.
And I was hungry.

I began to walk.

If I found a way out of these woods, I would be one step closer to returning home to my friends.
To my family.

To Liam.

Liam, Lucas and Ryan were all three staring at Gretchen’s fathers’ abandoned warehouse.
There were two guards standing watch. They would be easy to take care of.

Lucas, Liam and Ryan looked at each other and nodded, all three of them in agreement.
Lucas and Ryan jumped out, ambushing the guards, moving with grace, agility and skill you only saw on TV.

Liam quickly made his way past them, heading into the warehouse.

Once he was inside, he searched for Yvonne. But there was no sign of his love anywhere.

Ryan came in, then, looking around.

“She’s not here,” he whispered.

“No s--t, Sherlock,” Liam snapped, his heart clenching.

“Liam, one of the guys found something,” Lucas called from outside.

Ryan and Liam walked out quickly. They found one of the men Johnson had hired to work with them standing before them.

Supposedly, this man had the eyes of a hawk and could find anything or anyone.
“What did you find?” Liam asked, wasting no time.

“There was blood,” he said, causing Liam’s heart to freeze. “There was a trail of it from there”—he gestured to the farthest spot of the woods—“to about five yards from there before it cuts off. My guess is your girl got away before they caught her again.”

Liam’s jaw tightened.
“Do you have any idea where she might be?” he asked, trying to keep his composure.
“There’s a cottage swarming with guards not too far from here. I’m willing to bet they took her there.”

Liam nodded.

“Then let’s go,” he said, thinking of nothing other than holding Yvonne in his arms again.


After hours of stumbling around in the woods, I finally came across a house. I walked up the steps, stopping hesitantly at the door. I finally mustered up the courage to knock. As soon as my knuckles met the door in an attempt to knock, it opened itself.

I’ve watched enough horror movies to know when a door just opens by itself, you probably shouldn’t walk in.

And under any other circumstances, I would’ve.
However, my circumstances were completely different. I needed a phone.

I pushed the door open further, peering into the darkness.
I looked around, straining my eyes as I felt along the wall for a light switch. At last I found it.
I flicked it on and was met by beautiful scenery. The house was gorgeous. Very Victorian.

And empty.

Completely empty.
Empty or not I need to find a phone.
I found one, one of those phones you’d find in an office.

I wasted no time putting the receiver to my ear and dialing Liam’s number.

He answered on the third ring.

“If this is something about the company I said I’d handle it on Wednesday, I’m busy today,” he snapped.

“Liam it’s me,” I whispered.
“Yvonne,” he said in disbelief. “Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said, smiling at the reassuring sound of his voice. “I’m in some old house. Can you find me? I’m pretty deep in the woods.”

“Yvonne, I will always find you,” Liam whispered to me. Then away from the receiver he shouted, “She’s in an old house, somewhere deep in the woods. Can you find it?” He paused for a beat. “Good,” he said. “Yvonne, love, we’ll be there soon. Just sit and wait, okay?”

Before I could respond I felt the creeping s£nsat!on of being watched.
I turned quickly and came face to face with a grinning Gretchen.

“Yvonne, you look terrible,” Gretchen said sweetly. “Must be that handsome boyfriend of yours. He’s just bad news for you. Why don’t you just hang up on him?” she raised her gun, her smile never wavering. “We can have a little girl talk.”

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