Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Extraordinary Measures

Back at the guesthouse, Wyatt Shaw was fixing a window on the first floor.

Yvonne Sutton called him inside and told him that Zoe Churchill wanted to buy Ms. Lynch’s house.

Wyatt Shaw’s face darkened. "That fucking Wayne Coleman can’t even call himself a man."

"Zoe Churchill has complete faith in her husband and that Ms. Lynch, so to keep her from getting scammed, it’s best we tell her the truth."

It was cruel, but it was better than her being scammed out of every penny and then abandoned.

After agreeing on a plan, they went downstairs, where they saw Wayne Coleman had returned, bruised and swollen, complaining to Zoe Churchill.

"I rushed back on the last bus last night, wanting to give you a surprise, so I didn’t tell you. But when I got off, it was too late, and there were no three-wheeled taxis. Luckily, I ran into Ms. Lynch, and she gave me a ride back. But guess what? As soon as we got out of the car, he rushed over and started hitting me, saying Ms. Lynch and I were messing around." Wayne Coleman pointed at Wyatt Shaw.

Zoe Churchill froze, then turned to look at Wyatt Shaw.

"He hit you?"

"It was him! He even said he was going to kill me." Wayne Coleman clutched his mouth, hissing in pain. "I told you before, this guy was sucking up to you from the moment he arrived. He’s definitely up to no good. This whole thing just shows his real plan. He wants to break us up and take over your guesthouse."

"But... but Mr. Shaw doesn’t seem like that kind of person."

"Are you naive? He repaved the wheelchair ramp for you, helped you repair the guesthouse, and goes to the market every day to buy supplies for the place. He says he wants nothing in return, and you actually believe him?"

On one side was her husband; on the other, a guest she’d only recently met. Naturally, Zoe Churchill believed her husband. So, when she looked back at Wyatt Shaw again, her expression was no longer friendly.

"Mr. Shaw, you hit my husband for no reason. I won’t press the matter since you’re my guests, but please, you and your friends leave now," Zoe Churchill said coldly.

"Zoe Churchill, he calls you a fool, and you’re acting like one! He and that Ms. Lynch have been hooked up for ages. They’ve been lying to you this whole time." Furious, Wyatt Shaw pulled out his phone, found the photo he’d taken, and showed it to Zoe Churchill. "Open your eyes and take a good look! Isn’t that Wayne Coleman and Ms. Lynch hugging in this photo?"

Zoe Churchill saw the photo, and her brow furrowed.

"Honey, you see? To trick you, they even dared to Photoshop a picture," Wayne Coleman said.

"We can get it authenticated to see if it’s Photoshopped!"

"Authenticate? Hah, ridiculous. You don’t really think my wife would believe you over me, do you?"

Wyatt Shaw gritted his teeth. "This is the proof, Zoe Churchill, you..."

"Mr. Shaw, that’s enough. I originally thought you were a good person, but you’re truly wicked." After speaking, she glanced at Yvonne Sutton. "And you, Miss Sutton. When you kept asking me about the house earlier, I sensed something was wrong. You two are a terrible couple."

Wyatt Shaw’s face darkened with anger. He wanted to say more, but Yvonne Sutton pulled him back.

"Let it go. It’s useless to say any more right now."

David Sutton was still sleeping in when Wyatt Shaw woke him up. Then, he groggily followed them out of the guesthouse.

After they checked into a hotel, Wyatt Shaw told David Sutton the whole story. He jumped up in anger.

"How can there be such awful people in this world? And Zoe Churchill is disabled! No, I have to go beat up that Wayne Coleman, and that Ms. Lynch too. What a pair of scumbags."

Wyatt Shaw had calmed down by now. He flicked a cigarette butt at David Sutton’s forehead.

"Beating them to death won’t do any good. What we need to do now is get Zoe Churchill to trust us."

"That’ll be tough, though. After all, she just met us. We don’t know each other. Why would she believe us over her own husband?"

Yvonne Sutton rubbed her forehead. David Sutton might be impulsive, but he’d hit the nail on the head.

Wyatt Shaw’s lips curled into a smile. "I’ve always believed that desperate times call for desperate measures."

Seeing Wyatt Shaw’s wicked smile, Yvonne Sutton knew he was up to no good.

Five nights later, Wyatt Shaw and David Sutton snuck into the guesthouse and abducted Zoe Churchill. After putting her in the car, Wyatt Shaw finally took his hand off her mouth.

"What are you doing?" Zoe Churchill’s face was pale with fear.

"Miss Churchill, don’t panic. We’re not going to hurt you," Yvonne Sutton quickly reassured her.

"Let me out!"

"You have to come somewhere with us."

"I... I’m going to call the police." Zoe Churchill hurriedly reached for her phone, only to remember it was on her bedside table. At that, she panicked, her eyes turning red. "Who are you people? What do you want?"

Yvonne Sutton placed both hands on Zoe Churchill’s shoulders. "You can call the police. Just give us a little time. It won’t take long; half an hour is all we need."

Zoe Churchill was pregnant; it was crucial to keep her calm.

As she spoke, she pressed her own phone into Zoe Churchill’s hand.

Zoe Churchill looked at the phone in her hand, instinctively about to call the police, but just then, the van stopped in front of an apartment building.

The door opened. Wyatt Shaw got out first, then lifted Zoe Churchill into her wheelchair.

Zoe Churchill glanced at the apartment building. There were still lights on in some windows; people were awake. If she just shouted, someone would come help her.

"Joy Lynch lives here, right?" Wyatt Shaw asked, lighting a cigarette.

Joy Lynch was Wayne Coleman’s mistress.

Zoe Churchill knew, of course. "So you’re taking me to her house?"

Wyatt Shaw scoffed. "You don’t trust us, do you? Well, we’re going to let you see for yourself."

"See what?"

"Your husband is on a business trip, isn’t he? What if he’s at Joy Lynch’s house right now?" Wyatt Shaw said, raising an eyebrow.

"Impossible," Zoe Churchill said firmly.

"If it’s so impossible, then come with us and see. Prove that we’re lying."

"Hah. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you people are ridiculous." After saying this, Zoe Churchill tried to wheel herself away.

Yvonne Sutton blocked her path, bending down slightly. "Miss Churchill, I know this is cruel, but you have to face it."

With that, she began to push Zoe Churchill’s wheelchair toward the building.

"Let me go, or I’ll scream!" Zoe Churchill shouted.

David Sutton, seeing that they couldn’t reason with Zoe Churchill, simply roared, "If you dare scream, I’ll snap your neck!"

As he spoke, he brandished his fist.

Zoe Churchill was frightened by David Sutton’s display and immediately clamped her mouth shut.

They took the elevator to the sixth floor. Joy Lynch’s apartment was on the left.

David Sutton took out a key and gently inserted it into the keyhole.

Joy Lynch’s place was in an old building, and the security door was an old model that could only be opened with a key.

When Zoe Churchill saw that David Sutton actually had a key to Joy Lynch’s apartment, her eyes widened in shock.

"He staked out Joy Lynch’s coffee shop for several days. He grabbed her keys when she wasn’t looking and made a copy," Wyatt Shaw explained.

"What you’re doing is illegal," Zoe Churchill said.

"Mm, we’ll go to the police station and confess everything later."

Zoe Churchill was speechless. ’It was impossible to figure these people out. Say they were upstanding? They’d just abducted her, stolen keys, and were breaking into a private residence. But say they were crooked? They didn’t seem to want anything and were even planning to turn themselves in.’

The security door opened. The inner door wasn’t locked and opened with a simple turn of the knob.

The room was pitch-black and silent.

They lifted Zoe Churchill into the room, wheelchair and all. After a quick look around to locate the master bedroom, they pushed her toward it.

They opened the master bedroom door, and with a CLICK, the lights flashed on.