The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1314 Doris Gets Kidnapped 

After finishing her call with Waylon, Doris hung up the phone. So, for the past couple of days, every evening after work, she took a taxi home and then sent a message to Waylon. Waylon would respond with just “Got it.” And that would be the end of the conversation.

Now, as Doris was about to hail a taxi that night, a black car suddenly stopped in front of her. Before she could react, two people got out of the backseat and the front passenger seat respectively, grabbed her, and shoved her into the car. They swiftly locked the doors, and the car sped away.

The whole ordeal took less than two seconds. Even so, the situation was witnessed by Daniel, who happened to be driving behind.

Earlier in the day, Daniel had talked to Doris and learned she would take a taxi home after work. He had considered offering to give her a ride to ensure her safety. As fate would have it, he was driving toward her location and saw her being forcibly placed into the car.

Realizing that something was wrong, Daniel floored the gas pedal and chased after the vehicle.

The person in the front passenger seat cursed inside the car after glancing at the rearview mirror. “We have a Volvo chasing our tail!”

By this time, Doris had already been gagged with duct tape, and her hands and feet were bound. She lay on the seat, desperately struggling and making muffled sounds through her. gag.

She hadn’t wronged anyone and had no idea why these people had suddenly kidnapped her. Also, she was worried about her children at home. What would become of her kids if something were to happen to her?!

Desperate, Doris kicked and thrashed on the seat, only for the man beside her to slap her viciously.

“Behave yourself, or Mr. Raymond will take your life!”

Mr. Raymond? Doris’ mind went blank. Could it be Raymond Zaneveld, the scion from a powerful family who had made inappropriate advances toward me at the wedding banquet and had his limbs broken by Waylon later? NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Daniel continued driving the Volvo, relentlessly pursuing the black sedan in front. However, the car ahead maintained a high speed, and the two vehicles kept a consistent distance on the road as they raced through the city.

After a short while, the two cars were still locked in a tight chase. They left the city, entered the highway, took the first exit, and entered a county road.

Daniel gripped the steering wheel tightly, never taking his eyes off the black car in front. He didn’t know exactly what had happened, but it was clear that Doris had been abducted.

He had thought about calling the police or even contacting Waylon. However, the relentless pursuit left him with no time to make a phone call, not even a single second.

At this moment, Waylon was far from idle. He repeatedly picked up and put down his phone, growing increasingly anxious.

Why hasn’t Doris texted? It has been half an hour; she should have arrived home by note. So, tehy hasn’t she sent her usual message? She’s usually quite punctual. What could be going on today?

Waylon couldn’t contain his anxiety any longer This was no longer about his dignity but a matter of Doris’ safety. If something had happened to her, not only would Emmeline be furious with him, but he

Waylon retrieved Doris’ number and dialed it, his heart slightly relieved as her phone rang. However, as the ringing continued, with no one answering, his relief turned into dread. Finally, a robotic voice informed him. “The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later”

Waylon’s heart clenched. He redialed her number, but the result was the same.

Could it really be a coincidence? Had something happened to Doris? Waylon wondered with a deep frown and called the landline at Starhill Garden, Doris’ home.

The phone was answered quickly, and Mrs. Flores’ voice came through “Hello, is this Mr. Adelmar?”

“Mrs. Flores, Waylon said, his voice grave. “Has Doris arrived home?”

“I was just about to ask you,” Mrs. Flores replied. “Doris hasn’t returned yet. She’s already half an hour later than usual

“Is she still at the cafe?” Waylon asked. “I’ll call to check. Don’t panic.”

“Alright,” Mrs. Flores said. “Please let me know as soon as you have any news. I’m getting anxious, too.”

“I will Waylon said before ending the call. He immediately dialed the landline at Nightfall Cafe However, no one answered the phone, and he grew increasingly uneasy. Waylon quickly grabbed his sunt jacket and rushed downstairs.

In the foyer, he changed into his shoes, grabbed his car keys, and then headed straight for his Maybach. His destination: Nightfall Cafe.