He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 51: Rescue

"Mr. Sinclair, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone. We should call the police," Jay Keane said worriedly.

Aiden Sinclair snatched the case from his hands, tossed it into the front passenger seat, then got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

"No police. Have your men follow me. When we get there, I’ll go in alone. You all lie in wait nearby and follow my instructions."

Before he’d even finished speaking, the car was already gone.

The car’s headlights cut through the deep night as it sped toward the suburbs.

A drive that normally took two hours, Aiden Sinclair made in just one.

Following the instructions, Aiden Sinclair got out of the car with the money and approached a dilapidated warehouse on the coast on foot.

It was late autumn, and the early morning sea breeze was bone-chillingly cold. Aiden Sinclair moved through the darkness, walking briskly toward a distant light.

Ten minutes later, he stood at the warehouse entrance. An eerie silence surrounded him, and his entire body went on high alert.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him. A figure rushed forward. Aiden Sinclair spun around and threw a punch.

...

「Inside the warehouse.」

With her hands and feet bound, Nina Walsh leaned against a wall, sitting silently in a corner.

A few steps away, Clara Jacobs was also bound hand and foot, her whole body trembling as she whimpered and cried.

"What are you crying for? So annoying!"

CRASH—

A beer bottle smashed near Clara Jacobs’s feet, showering her legs with glass shards. Clara screamed, but upon seeing the vicious men opposite her, she quickly clamped her mouth shut.

"Don’t hit me, please don’t hit me! My fiancé will be here with the money soon," Clara Jacobs begged.

"Boss, we’re about to get eighty million. Why don’t we keep the eight-hundred-thousand-dollar one for ourselves to have some fun?"

One of the thugs, looking like he hadn’t had a woman in a long time, had been leering at the two women from the start.

Hearing this, Nina Walsh looked up in terror.

Another thug chimed in, "Yeah, Boss! We’re rich! We should put on a little show to celebrate. Look at the eight-hundred-thousand-dollar one, she’s quite a looker."

The man they called Boss, Panther, sauntered over to Nina Walsh and reached out to lift her chin. Nina turned her head away, but the man roughly forced it back, pinching her smooth, soft cheeks twice.

"Woman, I’ll give you a chance. If the person coming to ransom you arrives first, I’ll let you go. If not, then it’s just your bad luck. You’ll stay here tonight and keep my brothers company. If you serve us well, I won’t even take your eight hundred thousand. I’ll give you eight hundred thousand. How about that? HAHAHA!"

"What a great idea, Boss! HAHAHAHA!"

The gang of thugs burst into wild laughter, and the tiny spark of hope that had just ignited in Nina Walsh was extinguished once more.

She was helpless. All she could do was pin her hopes on fate. ’Heaven has tormented me so many times,’ she thought. ’Surely, it has to help me just this once, right?’

"Boss, someone’s here! Someone’s here!"

The warehouse door was suddenly thrown open. A tall, imposing figure, cloaked in the cold wind, strode in.

As if sensing his powerful aura, the dozen or so thugs all shot to their feet, their stances turning defensive.

Nina Walsh and Clara Jacobs saw the newcomer at the same time. Clara burst into tears of joy. "Aiden!"

Aiden Sinclair looked over, his gaze passing over Clara Jacobs and landing on Nina Walsh behind her.

Their eyes met mid-air. In that instant, Nina had no other thought. There was only one thing on her mind: ’Aiden Sinclair sees me. If I just lower my head and beg for help, will he ransom me, too?’

She was terrified—even more so than Clara Jacobs. If Clara left first, she would die here tonight, violated and tortured, never to see tomorrow’s sun.

She didn’t want to die. She wanted to live.

"Save me..." Nina whispered.

A flicker of light passed through Aiden Sinclair’s eyes. Nina was sure he had heard her.

As Aiden Sinclair continued to approach, a thug with a club blocked his path. "Stop! Tell us, who are you here to ransom? The one on the left, or the one on the right?"

On the left was Nina Walsh. On the right was Clara Jacobs.

Nina looked at Aiden Sinclair with hopeful eyes, her bound hands resting over her lower abdomen. She knew she was doing it on purpose. She wanted to remind Aiden that the child was still there, to beg him to take her with him for the child’s sake.

"Here is eighty million. I’m here to ransom my fiancée." Aiden Sinclair raised his hand and pointed to Clara Jacobs on the right.

Nina’s pupils contracted violently. Her expression froze, and in an instant, all the light in her eyes was extinguished.

Nina was like a battered ship, trudging alone across the sea. The blows she had suffered before had only extinguished her lighthouse, causing her to lose her way. But this time, it was like a monstrous wave had crashed down, smashing the ship to pieces and sending it plunging into the darkest depths of the ocean, with no hope of survival.

Aiden Sinclair tossed the money to them, and the ropes binding Clara Jacobs were untied.

She scrambled to her feet and ran crying to Aiden Sinclair. "Aiden, you finally came."

Aiden Sinclair took off his jacket and draped it over her. He put his arm around her, and the two of them walked side-by-side toward the door.

"Boss, we got the eighty million. As for the woman who’s left... can we start enjoying ourselves now?"

Still in a daze, Nina suddenly felt a hand reaching for her. The hair on her body immediately stood on end.

"Get away! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!" Nina’s shrill cry pierced through the entire warehouse.

"Aiden Sinclair, save me..."

Nina collapsed on the floor, her vision blurred by tears, but she could still clearly see the heartless man leaving through the doorway.

"What are you yelling for? You can scream your throat raw and no one will come to save you today. Who told you to be so worthless? You’re both women, but she found a rich man who coughs up eighty million without a second thought. And you? You don’t even have a man willing to pay eight hundred thousand!"

Annoyed, the thug raised his leg to kick Nina. Just then, the sound of clubs striking came from the warehouse entrance.

A large group of well-trained men armed with weapons stormed in. With overwhelming force, they swiftly subdued the thugs in the warehouse.

The situation reversed in an instant. The light of dawn broke through, illuminating the dilapidated warehouse.

"Mr. Sinclair, they’ve all been taken care of."

Hearing this, Nina looked up again, only to see Julian Sinclair walking in from outside.

Julian Sinclair walked over and personally untied the ropes binding her. "Are you hurt?"

"No... Thank you..." Nina shook her head.

Three hours earlier, when the kidnappers told her to call someone for the ransom, the first person she had thought of was Declan Grant. But she had already had a major falling out with him during the day; she had no reason to call him again.

Michelle Quinn was a woman on her own, and Mr. Lloyd had a family to look after. She couldn’t put them in danger.

After thinking it over and over, Nina felt the only person who could help her was Julian Sinclair.

So, she had made a distress call to Julian Sinclair.

She hadn’t expected that Julian Sinclair would actually come, and so quickly, too.

"Mr. Sinclair... Thank you, truly, for today..."

Nina was still badly shaken. She leaned against the wall, trying to stand up on her own, but her legs were weak and had no strength.

Suddenly, her feet left the ground as her body was lifted into the air.

Julian Sinclair had scooped her up into his arms and was now striding swiftly out of the warehouse.