My Sleeping Beauty Husband

My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 237 She Got Saved

Cynthia didn’t know how long she had been walking. Without taking any food for a day and a half, she was tired and hungry. Her legs were sore.

Her lips were dry and her skin was bursting. She felt like she would faint at any minute.

Cherry was even more delicate. She didn’t dare to complain when she was pointed at with a gun, but now she was exhausted. She sat on the ground and couldn’t move anymore.

“Get up!” The follower behind her stepped forward and kicked her, ”Or I will shoot you down.”

Cherry knew that they would not use that precious bullet. She sat on the ground, gasping for breath, “I can’t walk anymore. I haven’t eaten since last night. I really can’t walk. You can shoot me if you dare to. I won’t walk anyway.”

The follower was furious. He got threatened by his hostage.

While no one was paying attention to her, Cynthia threw the cloth from her coat into the grass beside her.

She sprinkled small pieces of cloth along the way, leaving clues for the people behind. Her coat was only half left. Fortunately, she fled for a day, and her clothes were already tattered, so they didn’t notice that.

“Move faster!” The boss turned back angrily, and shouted sharply.

Cherry was scared. She shrank her neck and didn’t reply. The other man complained, “Boss, she won’t move!”

“I’ve told you to kill them. They only waste our time!” The boss cursed and pointed the gun at Cherry.

Cherry stiffened her neck, “You won’t shoot.”

She heard what Cynthia said just now. She knew he only had one bullet.

“D*mn it!” The boss spat sullenly, “If you dare to say another word, I’ll throw you off the cliff. Try me.”

Cynthia’s legs trembled. She quickly stood up, “I, I’ll go. I will be obedient.”

and said to his follower, “You need to be tough. Don’t be

I want to sell her, so our trip won’t be in vain!” The follower said

on this trip. Unfortunately, they didn’t make any and lost most of

he accidentally caught a glimpse of white stuff

the white thing.

next second, he looked fiercely at Cynthia, the only one in white clothes, with anger welling up in

strode forward and clasped her neck tightly, “B*tch, are you making marks all the way? How

would be able to escape soon, but this b*tch was throwing marks all the way. Their routine

D*mn it.

couldn’t breathe. She slapped the boss’s hand desperately, but she didn’t shake it

was stunned. She realized how scary

Would Cynthia die?

her heart. The

“Woof!”

rapidly draining. At the very moment of suffocation, a dog barking suddenly

Her rescuers came.

her neck loosen, and a

She was saved!

trafficker boss lay on the ground rolling and crying while clutching his bleeding right wrist. Several people rushed forward and instantly controlled

direction of the gunshots. Alston held the gun. His eyes were serious, and his whole body

throat hurt, and she only

her arm. He asked anxiously,

but her clothes rubbed against the

so angry that he turned around

and walked towards Cynthia. There was only a fist distance between

“Cynthia!”

Cynthia noticed that his

I was

waist, tears streaming down her face. She choked up