Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 155

Chapter 155: A kidnapping, also to be expected.

They discussed the price of the stones for a while, haggling as one wanted to get them a low price. Eventually, they settled on the price of 70 to 1000 dollars per carat, and the price could be increased to millions depending on the strength of aura in the stone.

They agreed to sign a contract on Monday as Sundays were Phoebe’s days off.

As she left the Cafe, Phoebe made the spontaneous decision to take a taxi to Medalham cemetery. On a day like this, there was bound to be a lot of car traffic on the road. With many dignitaries in the city, security was bound to be tight with a lot of police stops. She hated driving in traffic, she had an impatient soul, or so the Saxon spirit claimed. Not that something like that existed.

The other reason for her not driving was the weather. The clouds had a dark gray hue and thunder rumbled slightly, there was a possibility of it raining at any time. She rushed to the road side as her eyes meandered around looking to see if she could find a taxi before the rain began to pour.

Phoebe’s attention was drawn to a crying child. It was a boy, and his moist eyes kept moving around at the strangers that were passing by as if silently asking for help. Nobody was eager was help, one man even spat close to the boy, the spit almost fell on his face.

“This is why I lost hope in humanity, not one person is stopping to assist this little kid.” She rushed and crouched near the green metallic bench on which he sat.

The Saxon spirit studied him, it couldn’t place its fingers to it but something was definitely off.

“Phoebe maybe you should ignore him like everybody else, besides you are running out of time.”

A frown formed on Phoebe’s face as she wiped the boy’s wet face.

“I know that you have no heart but I do, I will just drop him at the police station and go on my way.” Phoebe communicated through her thoughts.

How could she ignore this boy, especially as a one time mother that lost her own sons. If she counted the miscarriage, she lost three children. Her heart would not be at ease if she left him alone, scared and in tears. Those had been the last moments of her sons, scared, alone, in tears, calling for her as they died.

Her heart tightened and her eyes moistened. She smiled at the little boy and asked him why he was crying. Her eyes darted around, he seemed to be alone with no adult chaperoning him.

“Are you here alone?”

The boy remained silent but he responded by shaking his head continuously.

“Tell me where is your mother?” She asked him.

The boy lifted his left index finger and pointed towards the alley way. Phoebe followed his eyes and studied the place he was pointing at, there was a tiny path that was not often used by people because it was dirty and had potholes in it.

“She collapsed, I came here to find help such that I can take her to the hospital.” He sniveled and pouted his lower lip.

Phoebe’s heart sank.

“Let’s go, take me there.” She picked his hand and told him to take her to him.

The Saxon spirit saw a small mischievous smile grow on the boy’s face which worried her but she didn’t put much weight on it. Maybe he was happy that someone had come along to help.

“What’s your name?” Phoebe asked as they entered the alley.

“Timmy.” He tightened his grip around her hand. Phoebe figured that he was scared hence his reaction so she tightly held on to him.

“It’s okay Timmy your mommy is going to be just fine.” She told him.

As they crossed over a big pothole, Timmy missed a step and fell. He winced loudly to express pain and started crying even louder than before. Phoebe who was yet to see a dying woman squatted to check his foot because he was wailing that it hurt.

“No it doesn’t, Phoebe something is off….” Before it could finish its suggestion, Timmy pulled out a small bottle and spayed it’s contents in Phoebe’s face, within seconds she had collapsed to the floor.

“You can come out now, I caught the prey.” Timmy stood up and laughed in a sinister way.

Four men came out of a shop that sold used glass ware. They had the look and aura of hooligans, like the kind that thrived in the Southern district. Two of them were holding wooden baseball bats and one had a knife. All of them had tattoos on various parts of their bodies, one in particular had his entire face marked.

“I have trained you well Timmy, good job aye” The fat man in the group spoke.

He was the leader of the group and also Timmy’s father. He ruffled the boys’ hair and looked at him proudly.

“Let’s move before someone walks by and decides to play hero. I thought this job would be so difficult but who knew that she would be so easy to grab.” The fat man laughed.

“That’s why you should not be very trusting of people, even children can be deceitful.” The one with a fully tattooed face snickered as he bent down to grab Phoebe’s legs.

Another one grabbed her shoulders but the fat man stopped him.

“Oy, what are you doing? One small woman like this does not need two beefy men to be moved. Just throw her over your shoulders and get a move on.”

Tattooed face left the job to his companion who did as their leader said. Phoebe was thrown over his shoulder, slumping like a lifeless body and carried off to a waiting white van.

One of the men removed an alley closed sign which they had falsely planted on the road to ensure that nobody would interfere with what they were doing.

The van drove off quickly the moment all the men and Timmy jumped inside. The little boy was sipping pineapple juice out of a small juice box, unbothered by his previous actions.

Unlike their presumption, Phoebe was not unconscious, she was fully awake, after all, she had been cultivating her Yin body for a week now. With all the ghost energy she had, how could an ordinary knock out spray make her pass out?

She was quite certain that this was another one of Ruth’s plots. Kidnapping was to be expected of her, it was not unexpected. The only reason why she was playing along was because she wanted to know if these were the same men involved in the kidnapping of her children.

There was no way to prove it was them but if Ruth had used them now, chances were high they were the ones involved in that plot back then.

How could she sit by and not punish them?

She let out a tiny snore, pretending that she was sleeping.

“She is actually sleeping so comfortably,” One of the men laughed and touched her cheek. “She has really nice skin. Boss, when we get to the club, we should play with her before the client comes over. I am sure that she will not mind if we have ourselves some fun.”

Another car was following the van meanwhile. In the car were two men that David had assigned the job of protecting Phoebe from a far.

One was a lean man with a prominent long nose and cold eyes, named Pike and the other was a heavily muscular former kickboxing champion named Santos.

Even though they were on the trail of the kidnappers, they had to report the incident to their boss. He had given them strict instructions to update him whenever his girlfriend was in danger.

Santos pulled out his phone and called David, explaining what had happened.

On hearing what had happened, David advised that they keep up with the van and do whatever it took to protect Phoebe.

He was already at Medalham cemetery with his family but he could not stay still while Phoebe was in danger. David stood up and rushed out of there without saying a word.

“Where is he running off to?” Miranda tapped Katherine’s shoulder and asked.