The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1887

The relentless prattle chasing after her quickened Yasmine’s steps even more.

“Mmm…hmm…”

Serana’s voice suddenly sounded strangled. Yasmine stopped dead in her

tracks, spun around, and saw Serana in a man’s grip, her mouth covered,

struggling fiercely. The eyes that met hers were filled with terror.

Yasmine’s brow furrowed deeply as she locked eyes with the assailant. He wore

a black baseball cap and a face mask, leaving only a pair of menacing eyes

visible, staring her down.

“Mind your own beeswax, or I’ll snatch you up too,” the man hissed.

Enter title…

“Mmm…help…”d2

All Serana could do was to flail, tears streaming from her eyes in fear. The terror

and helplessness in her eyes were palpable.

Yasmine understood all too well the fear and despair Serana was feeling.

Serana was begging for help, and she knew Jasmine despised her.

Serana’s plea was clear, and she was fully aware that Yasmine might not even

bother to respond, perhaps even taking pleasure in her predicament, finally rid

of her.

The kidnapper seemed jittery, scanning towards the orphanage entrance,

fumbling to drag Serana away. But in the struggle, Serana managed to pull

mask. His face was briefly exposed

his head in panic.

still a distance from the entrance, and

parked

a

called for help, she knew she’d be silenced by the

car,

clenched her fists in her pockets,

face. Most of it was covered

her pleading eyes

a moment, Yasmine began to laugh, looking straight into

you right!”

shock, her struggles ceasing as she stared

seemingly joyful

you. How stupid are you to think I’d help

and here you are, expecting my

to the man, “You better scoot. They’ll do roll call in

she’s missing. I’ll head

Not sure how

check on her, but I can buy you ten,

words, seemed to hurry

continued, “In return for my stalling, I hope you make

of work. I’ve been ostracized because of

to be abandoned, all alone. Especially at

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but I’ll

You’re the best.” Then

the orphanage.

terror, still struggling, her muffled

deaf ears.

into the orphanage, barely crossing the threshold before her

collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the ground hard,

But she got up, dusted herself off, her face ghostly pale,

still trembling.

director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

he asked urgently,

his shirt

“Call the cops.”

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