Tangled in His Obsession

Chapter 477

However, Seraphina’s blackout was momentary.

At least when consciousness began to seep back in, she only felt the sensation of being carried down a staircase.

Her ears, still ringing from the blast, struggled to process sounds as she slowly opened her eyes to see three burly bodyguards attempting to regain their footing on the stairs, each one moving as if through molasses.

Next thing she knew, she was being hustled out of the building and thrown into a car parked at the curb.

Her head spun, the only coherent thought in her dazed mind—thank goodness.

Thank goodness it was only a stun grenade, designed to disorient and deafen temporarily, not to inflict real harm.

She and the bodyguards were alive, and that was something to be grateful for.

Pinned in the back seat of the car, it took some time before Seraphina’s senses fully returned.

Besides the driver, there were two others—one in the passenger seat and one beside her.

No one spoke; the car was silent except for the sound of breathing.

It wasn’t until much later that Seraphina managed to croak out, “Who are you guys?”

No answer came.

Taking a deep breath, she continued, “What’s all this for? Money, or is it personal?”

Silence persisted.

Seraphina couldn’t help but chuckle, saying, “Come on, fellas, you don’t have to be so icy. I’m already in your hands. You might as well clue me in. Who have I crossed? Why am I suffering?”

“Just keep quiet and you’ll be fine,” the man beside her finally said, “Make a fuss, and you’ll only make things worse for yourself.”

“Can you at least let me sit up?” Seraphina was still sprawled in the back seat. “Sitting like this, I’m getting carsick. I’m about to throw up.”

At this, the man let out a snort of derision, “Go ahead and vomit all you want. After all, you might not get many more chances to do so.”

Seraphina felt a chill run down her spine at his words. From this exchange, it was clear these men were not after money—if they were, they wouldn’t be so indifferent to her condition.

And the man’s remark about “not getting many more chances” seemed to imply they were after her life. But why should she give up her life so easily?

Suddenly, Seraphina began to struggle, trying to sit up straight.

The man beside her kicked her legs harshly, his voice cold with threat, “Stop moving!”

Pain shot through her, making her gasp.

The man in the passenger seat couldn’t help but glance back. The man beside Seraphina snarled, “What? Feeling pity for the pretty lady?” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“It’s not that,” the other man replied, “I just wanted to remind you not to leave too many marks on her. It’ll be harder to deal with later.”

Harder to deal with? What did he mean? Her body?

It seemed these people intended to leave her a whole corpse.

They were causing such a commotion to have her dead, but still they planned to leave her body intact. What was the point?

Perhaps they intended to fabricate her death, but the larger goal might involve her body’s use for something else. And what use could a dead person have besides affecting the living?

With this thought, Seraphina closed her eyes briefly before saying, “You’re taking such a big risk for money. I have money. How much do you want? I can give you enough to live lavishly for the rest of your life, to retire in luxury overseas. Let’s make a deal, how about it?”

The man beside her suddenly grabbed her hair, “I told you to stay put, did you hear me?”

But Seraphina didn’t stop talking, “How much will you get after this job? A hundred thousand? Half a million? A million? Two million? No, it can’t be that much… But I can give you a billion.”

At the mention of “a billion,” the car lurched noticeably.

The man beside Seraphina obviously felt it too.

“Damn it, focus on driving!” he yelled at the driver, then turned back to Seraphina, “If you don’t shut up now, I’ll kill you right now!”

“Sure,” Seraphina replied directly, “Why not? I’m dead anyway, right?”

At her words, the man’s grip on her hair suddenly tightened. Seraphina almost thought he would lose his self-control when there was a light tapping on the window.

Seconds after the man behind her, panting heavily, swiftly opened the door and exited the vehicle, Seraphina finally managed to sit upright. By then, all three men were surrounding the car, which now had its doors and windows locked from the outside. Before her was a chillingly cold pond.

The area was desolate, likely on the outskirts of town—no buildings in sight, let alone people.

In this godforsaken place, where cries for help would go unheeded, the three men began to push the car Seraphina was in towards the icy pond.