Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 732 Raymond Found the Handwriting Familiar

Selena slapped a fresh clip into her gun and hustled up to another floor.

Game on. These dudes had walkie-talkies and were definitely tracking her every move.

She needed to buy as much time as possible so the folks downstairs could hang in there longer and the cavalry outside could bust in. She made a beeline for the seventeenth floor. The kidnappers had probably already swept through here; it was a ghost town.

Dodging the cameras, she spotted some windows that could be opened.

She snuck past a few guards patrolling the floor.

Just as she was about to check out another room, she bumped into two guys head-on.

"There she is! Seventeenth floor! Get her!"

Hearing them shout, Selena bolted to the other side, but gunshots rang out behind her, hitting the ground near her feet as a warning.

She was freakishly calm, even managing to hide on top of a tall cabinet.

The cabinet was high enough that unless someone looked up, they wouldn't spot her.

Holding her breath, she watched the two kidnappers rush in.

Selena's eyes were ice-cold, and she was fighting to stay calm.

Without a second thought, she aimed and popped two bullets into their heads.

The kidnappers dropped, clueless about her hiding spot even in their final moments.

Selena lowered the gun and wiped the sweat off her palms.

She climbed down from the cabinet, not wanting to stick around, and started heading downstairs.

Those two guys had already ratted out her location, and more kidnappers would be swarming up. If she kept going up, she'd hit a dead end on the top floor.

She crept downstairs with the gun, dodging and hiding all the way, and made it to the fifteenth floor.

In the monitoring room, the air reeked of blood, and a few bodies were sprawled on the ground. A masked dude sat in a chair, calmly watching Selena's occasional appearances on the screen. The walkie-talkie next to him was buzzing with other kidnappers asking which floor Selena was on.

The masked guy reported the top floor, so the kidnappers rushed up there.

Selena hadn't run into anyone on her way down. Now, hiding on the fifteenth floor, she was kinda surprised at how smooth things were going.

These kidnappers were pros; how hadn't they found her yet?

There weren't even many guards on this floor.

Was someone secretly helping her?

She couldn't figure it out. She reached the fifteenth floor, where the windows could still be opened.

But further down, all the windows were locked.

Selena grabbed a pen and quickly scribbled down the number of kidnappers and hostages, noting a crucial point: the fifteenth floor was empty. She tossed the paper ball outside.

The place was already surrounded. Since the negotiator had been killed by the kidnappers, no one dared to make a move.

Raymond stood at the front, looking ice-cold.

If Selena wasn't still in those guys' hands, he would've stormed in already.

He thought it was just a regular kidnapping, but when all the cops showed up, he realized it was a full-blown crisis.

He was even more worried about Selena, feeling super uneasy.

He shouldn't have been late last night, shouldn't have broken his promise again, leading to her being in this mess. Raymond felt a deep sense of guilt.

The guy in charge of Ridgefield stood trembling beside him. The government had sent higher-ups, but with so many hostages, no one dared to act, so they were stuck in a standoff. Until a paper ball landed right at Raymond's feet.

Someone quickly picked it up, and seeing the info on it, immediately rallied a group of brave cops. "The fifteenth floor is empty! This is intel from a hostage inside. Break through from there!" Raymond looked at the handwriting on the paper, his brows furrowing. Why did it seem so familiar?

Was it Penny's?

He had never seen Penny's handwriting, but right now, he felt like he recognized it.

Raymond didn't know that when he and his so-called wife signed the contract back then, he had seen her signature.

But there was no time to think. He shrugged off his suit jacket. "I'm going too."