My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 868 This Is Not The Way To The Hotel

The hour was late, and the cold night wind was blowing. The wind caused Janet to sober up a little. However, her legs and feet still remained frail, and she was unable to walk.

“Where are you taking me?” Janet opened her eyes in a daze to take a look at the models who were supporting her.

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Like silver bells, the laughter of the models were crisp in Janet’s ears. “We’re getting you back to the hotel. You’re drunk. Sleep well now. We’re women just like you; it’s not like we’re gonna hurt you. We’ll get you back safely.” The two models had already placed Janet in the car as they were talking. They sat on either side of her, left and right, sandwiching her in the middle.

Janet felt so drunk, she bent her head to rest on the shoulder of one of the female models, and then she shut her eyes to rest. It didn’t come to her attention that the scenery outside the window slowly switched from the lively high-rise buildings to a grim woodland, veering completely away from the direction the hotel was in.

Some time passed, and Janet was jolted up slightly from a low ring in her bag. She fought to keep her eyelids open, brought out her phone, and took the call. It was Brandon calling.

you, honey? I’ll

out the window and replied, “I’m headed back to the hotel right now.” The road however, appeared a little dark, and she was unable

who carried you earlier, is he the one who sent you

her. She said, “They are female models. They told me

a bit unclear and odd. Brandon felt anxious. “Are

to feel

came out low this time. “Stay alert. Something could be off about the models around you.” Immediately the words left his mouth and went across the phone, he heard a noise

call. “You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be answering calls. Just enjoy a good sleep. We’ll wake you

could only see the shadow of trees.

and said comfortingly, “A traffic jam was ahead so the driver

front row turned as well to give Janet a willful smile. “Just sleep. We’ll be getting there

so odd. Her instincts screamed at her to get out of the car and flee as far away as possible, but her b*ody was too heavy. Her eyelids seemed to have an everlasting weight hanging on them and the sleepiness enveloped her entire system. Janet fell into another deep sleep with