Trapped

... the bed had been pushed to the side and designer high-fashioned clothes fitted in the closet. The informer clearly had good taste. Jing Yang assessed some of her clothes which perfectly fitted her size. She immediately knew she was dealing with a girl almost her age but expensive compared to her.

On the wall were pictures of various people with little notes of information pinned with strings like a crime scene.

She had collected all the clues of the possible suspects and it was all in Jing Yang's hands. But where was the person who summoned her?

Jing Yang dialed the number they used to communicate with only for it to go straight to voice mail. She dialed again, getting the same outcome. She stood puzzled, wondering what had happened to her.

Jing Yang turned to the wall which carried a few answers to her question; that was what she was concerned about. As she moved closer to have a peek at the suspected culprits, she heard the living room door knob dangling as if it had stuck.

'Could it be her? But why is she struggling if she has a key card.' Jing Yang thought in her head as she moved slowly towards the door to offer her help. As she approached the door she was struck by the deep whispering voices of people she supposed were male.

Her pace toward the door came to a haul as she took two steps back. The door was now vibrating from the force they had been applying.

Her eyes widened as she accelerated her breathing rate in fear. What could she do, her mind was not thinking straight as she moved back and forth, trying to run for safety. Her perfect dress did not suit a running occasion as she had to lift it a little to give room for her feet to continue their search.

Her face was drained of colour accumulating a bit of sweat on the edge of her face.

Uhuh! Jing Yang sighed as she spotted a narrow wardrobe in the open kitchen, enough to squeeze herself in... She quickly ran to the bedroom, took a picture of clues on the wall, and almost concurrently closed the cabinet door as the men finally managed to break in.

Terror sucked the very breath out of her mouth as she tried to maintain a steady breath, so as not to tip the invaders.

"Don't leave anything behind... Bring down those pictures and make sure to get rid of them. The little miss had the audacity to keep track of the master haha...."

Jing Yang held on as she heard them talk about who she supposed was her informer. All sorts of questions crossed her mind, including of the informer having been killed.

She did not have the physical strength to fight them off in case they located her hideout. Patience was key, but her folded knees began to absorb the weight of her body in pain.

"Did you hear that? Check over there." One of the men ordered reacting to the sound Jing Yang made while trying to adjust her posture. The man with the Hercules body frame flang open the kitchen cabinets one by one in search of whatever made the sound. Even if it were a rat, it was in for a squash. As he approached the last cabinet, his phone rang disrupting his sequence.

"Okay sir," the man responded as he ordered his partner to flee as soon as possible from the instructions he had been given over the phone. The men made a clean sweep of the hotel room, which seemed too easy for them.

'This might have been an inside job,' the girl in the cabinet thought, considering the amount of security she passed on her way into the hotel. She was puzzled by the power the boss possessed, barking orders with the snap of a finger.

Her enemy was more powerful compared to her, who had zero connections apart from Jia her friend. She was not prepared to fight to the last breath, but her courage pushed her on.

The same courage that made her finally open the kitchen cabinet to free herself grasping a breathtaking puff of fresh air. As she lifted her head, crawling on the ground with her limbs, her eyes met three guards dressed in black suits and wearing walkie-talkie headset earpieces. Her face suddenly lit up as she sighed in relief.

She assumed she had been rescued running up to them with all the information about how the crooked men broke into the hotel room.

Halfway into her talking, she realized they had not said a single word not even to care if she had succumbed to bruises hiding in the tiny space in the kitchen. Her lit face settled to a disappointed frown as she moved back.

These were not the hotel guards, she remembered, glancing at one of the guards who was a female. The face looked familiar, and this time it did not take her long to remember. It was the same lady police on the night of Liu Zhang's murder and also a bodyguard to the Wu family.

Why were they here? She had never looked as confused. 'How would elder Wu or Jinhai have known my exact location up to the room I am standing in.' Jing Yang thought unsure if she was supposed to be cheerful for being saved or frown for being followed and why.

In the middle of her thoughts, the two guards showed her the way out of the hotel, not laying a finger on her.

They walked in order, the lady in front of them with Jing Yang in the middle of the two men. Besides her traumatizing encounter, she experienced a first-hand presidential escort to the black Cadillac waiting outside.

'Escorted twice in luxurious cars.... huh! Not bad for someone living an average life,' Jing Yang thought as she sat in the back seat, more relaxed ready to tell Jinhai her memorized notes of events that had taken place.

As the car sped off, Jing Yang called her informer one last time to hoping she would answer and clear her doubts about her being done away with. She received the same response making her even more nervous.

"This is not the way to the Wu family residence. Where are you taking me?" Jing Yang asked, leaning forward towards the windshield, not familiarizing herself with the route.

"Where are you taking me?" Jing Yang screamed, her eyes gathering tears on the edge of her eyelashes.