?<strong>Chapter 844:</strong>


    “Who are you? What are you trying to do?” she demanded, but the driver remained silent. As the music hall grew distant, despair settled in her heart.


    Was she really going to miss thepetition like this? There was still an hour left before thepetition, and she knew she had to act fast to find a way out.


    Meanwhile, twenty minutes after Elyse’s departure, Fiona casually boarded another taxi at the hotel, heading to the music hall. She allowed a secretive smile to y across her lips, lost in thought.


    Elyse was transported to the suburbs and confined in a deste warehouse by the driver. After being shoved roughly, her handbag and violin fell to the ground. She quickly got up and attempted to follow him, but the driver locked the warehouse door and departed without a second nce.


    Elyse pounded on the iron doors, calling out desperately, “Wait! Who instructed you to do this? I’ll pay you triple, no, five, even ten times more. Just let me go!”


    Her shouts diminished into the distance as the driver’s silhouette vanished.


    Frustration mounting, Elyse tugged at the lock to no avail, then slumped against the door, panting heavily from the effort. Shemented the possibility of missing the Grand Final she had worked tirelessly to reach.


    Checking her phone, she noted 40 minutes remained until the start of thepetition, but, dismayingly, there was no cell signal in this isted location.


    Elyse had hoped that she could contact the authorities once the driver was gone. She couldn’t believe theck of connectivity. Exasperated, she eximed, “This is incredibly frustrating! Why is there no signal here?” The stress nearly overwhelmed her, and she found herself tugging at her hair in despair.


    However, she soon regained herposure, determined not to sumb to defeat. Realizing she might still make it, she resolved to reach thepetition venue, regardless of her tardiness.


    To regain her focus, she pped her cheeks and carefully scanned her surroundings for any sign of escape. Looking through the rusted gaps in the warehouse doors, she spotted a small house about a hundred meters away. Excited, she called out through the gaps, hoping to catch someone’s attention, but no one heard her.


    Elyse’s frustration deepened as she tried to figure out how to alert someone to her predicament. Then her eyes caught sight of her violin case on the ground.


    Inspired, she picked up her violin and began ying by the gap between the doors, hoping the music would draw someone’s attention.


    After ying for an indeterminate amount of time, she finally heard a voice from outside. “Is someone there?”


    Elyse responded eagerly, “Yes, please help! I’ll even offer a reward!” She rushed to the doors and was surprised to find David there. “David! What are you doing here?”


    David looked equally surprised and exined, “This is my family’s old warehouse. It hasn’t been used for years. How did you end up here?”


    Elyse quickly recounted her ordeal, and David nced at his watch, his expression turning grave. “It’s nearly time for yourpetition—it starts in five minutes.”


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