Chapter 117 Kidnapping?

Chapter 117 Kidnapping?

The crimson lightning of super speed flashed and flickered, safeguarding Stephen and Thea Queen's bodies and clothes. Thea Queen gripped his cheeks with both hands and stared straight ahead, refraining from averting her gaze. How was it possible? She swore she never blinked, yet the surroundings shifted like a switch, instantly transitioning from one scene to the next.

She glanced at some familiar shops and observed the array of clothes around her.

Thea Queen was left speechless.

"Aren't you planning to climb down?" Stephen chuckled as he embraced her.

"Ah..." Thea Queen finally reacted.

Stephen released his hold on her, and she marveled at each piece of clothing, eventually pausing in front of a narrow black tube top skirt. "What about this dress?" She turned to Stephen and inquired.

"The dress is nice, but it doesn't suit you," Stephen glanced at it and remarked.

"Why?" Thea Queen asked, somewhat upset.

"It doesn't flatter your figure," Stephen glanced at Thea Queen and smiled.

Thea Queen snorted. "Are you saying I have a small chest?"

On one hand, Thea Queen defiantly removed her blazer. "Aren't you going to look away?"

"If you dare to undress, I dare to watch," Stephen showed no intention of averting his gaze.

Thea Queen snorted. "Do you think I won't dare?"

She truly didn't have the courage to refuse, so she changed clothes directly in front of Stephen. Then...

"Well, I don't think I like this dress!" Thea Queen looked in the mirror, frustrated, and swiftly changed back. "What are we going to do next?"

"The people at the police station should have found out by now, so I should take a photo of you as a hostage to show your family that you've been kidnapped," Stephen smiled.

"How should we take the photo?"

"Follow me!"

Stephen led her away from there and found a location with a relatively poor and remote environment. He instructed her to pose like a kidnapped hostage, based on the signs.

"Fear, fear, right? Your eyes should reflect fear, not anticipation!" Stephen held the camera and observed Thea Queen, who was bound and had a black cloth covering her mouth, with a helpless expression.

"I'm not an actress." Although Thea Queen did her best to cooperate, she seemed a bit weak.

"Then let's blindfold you." Stephen devised a way to cover Thea Queen's eyes. "Well, this should do for now."

"Click!"

With the sound of the camera, Stephen walked over and freed Thea Queen.

"Let me see!" Thea Queen curiously inspected the photo. "How will they react?"

"They should be anxious, worried, and angry," Stephen chuckled. "What? Having second thoughts?"

"No, no, it's just..." Thea Queen truly felt a twinge of regret, mainly because she feared her mother and brother would genuinely be worried and saddened.

"Actually, they all lied to you," Stephen casually sat beside Thea Queen. She looked at him suspiciously, and Stephen slowly spoke: "Robert Quinn is not your biological father."

"That kind of lie is tiresome," Thea Queen pouted.

Stephen laughed and continued, "He indeed isn't your biological father, and he was likely killed by your biological father. And as for Oliver? He has another identity called Green Arrow because he went to Central City, which caused trouble for him."

"Really?" Thea Queen remained skeptical.

"Wait for me here!" Stephen said to Thea Queen and vanished with a swish.

Dumbfounded, Thea Queen watched Stephen disappear.

In the office of the Queen Group's president, Moira received a call from Quentin Lance at the police station.

Thea suddenly disappeared from the police station's detention room?

How could Thea vanish from the police station?

"Officer Lance, do you expect me to believe that my daughter suddenly disappeared from the police station's detention room? I know you dislike Oliver and have no fondness for the Quinn family, but you're a police officer. I believe you uphold the professional ethics you should have! I'm heading to the police station now, and I hope you've found my daughter by then!"

Moira angrily hung up and was about to call out to John Diggle outside the door to prepare the car when she noticed that there were suddenly more pictures on the table.

"Thea!"

Moira hastily picked them up. In the photos, Thea had her hands and feet bound, and she was blindfolded and pouting in what appeared to be a desolate place.

Her daughter was kidnapped?

Was Quentin Lance not lying? Could someone really abduct her daughter from the police station?

But how did these photos appear?

There was no one present just a moment ago.

"Moira Quinn." The sudden voice startled her, and she quickly turned around to find a man seated on the sofa, meeting her as if he were a guest.

"How did you get in? Where is Thea?" Moira calmly inquired.

"I definitely won't tell you where Thea is, but if you don't answer my next question truthfully, I promise you will see her!" Stephen smiled.

Can she see her without answering the questions?

Is she already dead?

Moira hurriedly spoke, "Please, don't harm Thea. I can give you whatever you want."

"She is very beautiful," Stephen said with a faint smile.

Moira hurriedly pleaded, "Don't hurt her, she's so young."

"She is beautiful indeed, but she isn't yours and Robert's, right? Her biological father is someone else," Stephen remarked.

Moira's expression grew even more flustered than before. "What are you talking about? She definitely..."

"Think with careful consideration, it concerns her life and death," Stephen reminded. "Don't ask who I am, how I found out, or my intentions. If your next statement isn't the answer that both you and I know, you know the consequences."

Moira wanted to speak but hesitated, realizing that even the other person was unaware of this information, and revealing it would have uncontrollable consequences. But... her daughter's safety was paramount, and if this person knew, it might pose a greater danger than exposing Thea's life story.

"Thea, she... she is indeed not Robert's biological child," Moira struggled to say.

Uttering those words seemed to drain her strength, causing her to sway slightly.

Boom!

The door suddenly swung open.

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