In return, Savannah was freed and fell into his arms. He held her and looked at Sydney hanging there, his eyes cold and empty.
“Since you like playing these games, then play as long as you want.”
“Preston.” Sydney forced herself to speak. “Five years ago, I didn’t force Savannah to leave the country.”
He stopped mid-step when their eyes met, his heart suddenly tightening.
When she saw him hesitate, Savannah’s heart suddenly gripped with fear that he might believe Sydney.
She hurried to explain, “Preston, I love you so much. You know that. How could I leave you? She’s just jealous of me, so she’s trying to draw a wedge between us!”
Just like that, her tears and pitiful performance made Preston’s doubt instantly vanish.
He gently wiped away her tears.
When he lifted his head, in an instant, the warmth in his eyes vanished and only ruthless chill remained.
“Savannah’s pure and kind,” he declared. “Sydney, you’ve singled her out again and again. If I don’t give you a little lesson you won’t learn.”
The next second, he turned to the kidnapper, saying, “How much do you want? I’ll pay double. Make sure she learns something.”
Without taking the words back, he left with Savannah.
Sydney was left there, unable to believe how cold Preston’s heart could be.
As she watched the two walk away, she swore, “Preston! Savannah! I swear—both of you will pay for this!”
The kidnapper, pleased with double payment for one job, pressed the knife to Sydney’s skin. Before it touched her, a bullet tore through the wrist holding the blade.
A shadowed figure stepped down from a hovering winged craft and walked forward.
Brooks carefully caught Sydney in his arms. “Hey.My dear fiancée, I came to take you home.”
