My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 49

I said while reversing my car, "You can stay in Andoland for a few more days to get used to the

environment. Help me look for houses while you're at it too. Hendrix has arranged another project for

me. It's slightly tricky, so I may not be able to leave so soon."

She cursed at this and pouted, "Why are you still taking on new projects when you're going to leave? If

you want to leave, just do it! Don't be so indecisive."

It wasn't like I didn't know I had to leave decisively and leave nothing behind, but people's hearts

change. How could it be as simple as a few sentences?

"Bang!" Just as I reversed out of the parking space, I suddenly bumped into something. My heart jolted

as I quickly told Monique over the phone, "Monique, I seemed to have hit something. I'll hang up first

and call you back later."

After that, I hung up the phone without waiting for Monique to reply. Then, I opened the door and

quickly got out of the car to check.

Except for smaller animals running around, there was nothing else in the underground parking lot.

Thus, I hoped that my car wouldn't be too seriously damaged.

I looked around and found a kitten lying at the corner of the trunk, seemingly received a heavy hit. I

walked up to it and crouched down to have a look. Out of nowhere, someone forcibly covered my

mouth from behind, and a pungent smell surged into my nose.

I lost consciousness almost in an instant. It was too late for me when I realized that I was in danger.

When I woke up again, I was engulfed by darkness. My surroundings were pin-drop silent that I could

hear my own heartbeat.

After a few minutes of panicking, I finally calmed down. The man who had kidnapped me was keeping

me alive, so he had to have an ulterior motive. Thinking about my identity as Mrs. Roberts, the

kidnapper was probably going to ransom money, or to use me to threaten Hendrix.

However, no matter what the kidnapper wanted, I was in no danger as far as I could tell.

Thinking of this, I gradually composed myself. About half an hour later, I heard a loud creak followed by

a blaring light.

Then came the voice of a middle-aged man, saying, "She's awake!"

The light was too glaring and it took me a while to adapt to it. I scanned my surroundings and found

that I was locked in a container. Then. I peered at the man standing three meters away in front of me.

However, I couldn't see his appearance clearly due to the strong light piercing into my eyes.

He was slightly plump and his voice was hoarse and deep. He was most likely a middle-aged man. I

could smell the cologne from him. From my experience, only men with a slightly more accomplished

career would use that kind of cologne.

Therefore, I hypothesized that he was not a rogue, but a boss of a business or even a middle-aged

white-collar worker.

The man ordered, "She's awake. Cover her eyes and bring her over!" After that, a thin man walked

over. The man's face was covered, so I couldn't see his face clearly either.

I still felt dizzy. Although I could see my surrounding environment distinctly, I couldn't move at all. They

covered my eyes and dragged me away for some time. A while later, I could feel myself being led into a

house.

It was only then that they uncovered my eyes. I had regained some strength and asked hoarsely, "Who

are you? Why did you kidnap me?"

Along the way, I had made out that the thin man's name was Tom, while the other middle-aged man's

name was Michael. Tom did not say anything, only to have Michael smirk and replied, "Miss Reid, don't

be nervous. We brought you here to have you watch a good show. We'll send you back after that."

Then, they broke down a door and brought me into another room. They placed me on a bed and tied

up my hands and legs. After struggling a few times, I realized that it was useless and gave up.

A conversation suddenly broke out in the dim room.

"Hendrix. You said that you will divorce her and then marry me. Can you not make me wait for too

long?"

That voice was... Andrea's? All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Andrea, cut the nonsense!" Hendrix's voice sounded different from usual. He sounded like he was

drunk.

Why was I listening to their conversation? Who wanted me to hear it?