Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 781: Miss Reed, Our Dungeon Awaits You Carl raised an eyebrow. Facing a beautiful woman, his tone softened noticeably. "You certainly speak better than your husband. But my decision is made. Mr. Bailey, you'd better start preparing." "You needn't worry. My goal isn't the formula. To be honest, I have a personal grudge against Tina. This time, I'm here for her!" Kelly swayed her hips as she entered the room. "Dad, just agree already. Mr. Langdon is only trying to help us. After all, Tina has the support of the Farrell family. Bringing more people along can't hurt, can it?" She placed a plate of snacks on Carl's desk, her gaze coy and shy. "Mr. Langdon, I made these pastries just for you. They go perfectly with tea. Please, have a taste." Carl's eyes lingered on Kelly's face for a brief moment. Her calculating and seductive demeanor was plain to see. With a faint smirk, Carl glanced meaningfully at Victor, who was frowning. He picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite. "Not bad. Mr. Bailey, your wife is very understanding, and your daughter is quite skilled. You're truly blessed." Victor forced a stiff smile. "You flatter us. If you like them, feel free to have more." His gloomy gaze swept over Kelly and her mother before he suppressed his anger and spoke, "Since you're determined to go, I'll prepare more people. Once Tina is caught, she's yours to deal with!" In the outskirts, far from the city.

Though the meeting was arranged for two days later, they were mindful of an impending court session. The day after Ella Bailey retrieved the ashes, Tina contacted Victor to confirm the time.

The location was an abandoned factory, isolated in the woods.

Tina stood inside, clad in black leather, her hair tied high in a ponytail. She looked like the perfect bodyguard, standing by Elsa's side.

Behind her stood ten young men, all dressed in black hoodies.

Their icy, intimidating auras made Carl hesitate for a moment as he entered with his men. He quickly regained his composure, but his face darkened, and his gaze locked onto Tina with venomous intensity. Tina ignored him, her gaze sliding past Carl to land on Victor behind him. Her clear eyes turned cold. "Mr. Bailey, did you bring what I asked for?" Victor's expression was stern. "That's my question for you, Miss Reed. Where's the formula I want?" Tina took a wooden box from Elsa's hands and gently shook it. The sound immediately drew Victor and his men's attention.

Tina's lips curved into a faint smile. Seeing their wolfish hunger, her expression remained calm and indifferent. "Where's what I asked for?" Carl, irritated by Tina's composed demeanor, sneered. He waved a hand, and a man stepped forward holding two urns.

"Miss Reed, I sometimes admire your confidence. Do you think you're in any position to negotiate with us right now?" His tone suddenly turned cold. "Hand over the formula, or don't blus for being ruthless!" Tina chuckled softly.

She opened the wooden box and took out an aged piece of paper.

Victor's foot shifted slightly, ready to lunge, but before he could move, a flash of red illuminated the room. Dancing flames flickered as Tina held the paper above a lighter.

The warm orange glow reflected in everyone's eyes, and both Victor and Carl felt their hearts leap to their throats. "Tina, what are you doing?!" "Are you insane?!" Tina's smile widened, wild and arrogant. "Wouldn't it be amusing if this were to burn to ashes?" The flames crept closer to the paper.

Victor shot Carl a reproachful look. Useless! If you hadn't provoked her, we wouldn't be in this mess. "I..." "Who do you think you are?!" Just as Victor was about to compromise, Carl suddenly grabbed one of the urns and held it high.

"You think you can threaten me? You're too naive. Hand over the formula, or I'll scatter these ashes to the wind!" "No!" Elsa screamed, her voice breaking.

She clung to Tina's arm, her tears falling like raindrops. "Tina, just give it to them. I don't care about the formula. I just want my parents back!" Her sobs were heart-wrenching.

Tina's brow furrowed. Though reluctant, she sighed heavily and licked her molars in frustration before putting away the lighter.

With a fierce glare, she reluctantly handed over the formula. "Here. Now return Elsa's parents' ashes to us." "To you?" Carl's brows lifted, his eyes cold and filled with malice.

He glanced briefly at the formula, then his face twisted in anger.

"Well, well, Tina. You dared to bringa fake formula? And you expect to get the ashes back? Dream on!" "Guards!" At Carl's command, men in black stepped forward.

"Seize her! I'll take her back and interrogate her myself!" "Yes, sir!" Tina's clear eyes turned icy as she smirked. "Capture me? Let's see if you have what it takes!" Carl sneered. "You're not escaping today. The Langdon family dungeon is ready and waiting for you!" "Is that so?" Tina dodged the advancing guards with ease.

With a sharp whistle, dozens of silver needles flew through the air.

Victor's pupils contracted as he quickly rolled to the side, taking cover in a corner His men scattered in all directions, leaving the previously blocked factory door wide open. Carl narrowly avoided the needles, his fury erupting. "Idiots! Who told you to dodge?!" Victor didn't respond, silently concealing the cold glint in his eyes as he watched Tina and Carl clash.

The confrontation was sudden, and with Tina's strategic maneuvers, Carl's men were left disorganized.

Her team, by contrast, was swift and ruthless, quickly gaining the upper hand.

Victor watched with a sneer. Useless.

He couldn't even handle a young of Still woman. This idiot still wants to act like a big shot? If I can outlast Trevor, who knows who'll win when Carl takes over the Langdon family? "Victor, what are you standing there for?!" Carl roared, desperation creeping into his voice as he struggled against Tina.

Victor's expression remained unreadable. "Tina, stop! Have you forgotten what we're holding?" Carl's face, tense with exertion, eased slightly.

Even as Tina pressed him back, he began to tremble with excitement.

"Stop, Miss Reed. If you continue, this urn will becone with the dirt!" Tina's response was calm and chilling. "I don't care." "What?!" Carl froze, unable to believe her indifference.

Turning to Elsa, he sneered maliciously. "Mrs. Dyer, Miss Reed says she doesn't dare if your parents' ashes are scattered. What do you think about that?"