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

was briefly exposed

his head in panic.

still a distance from the

Bryson’s parked

was a complete blind

she knew she’d be silenced by the

a sound. Other than Bryson’s car, there were no other vehicles

clenched her fists in

of it was covered

pleading

a moment, Yasmine began to laugh, looking

you right!”

in shock, her struggles ceasing

joyful expression,

knows I can’t stand you. How stupid are you to think I’d

you so much, and here you

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

she’s missing. I’ll head back

you a bit more time. Not sure how

can buy you ten,

man, anxious at her words,

for my stalling, I hope you make

nasty piece of work. I’ve been ostracized because of her and I

it’s like to be abandoned, all

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but

best.” Then she turned and

the orphanage.

her leave in terror, still struggling,

deaf ears.

into the orphanage, barely crossing the

out, and she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the

dusted herself off,

still trembling.

she got to the director’s office, Bryson emerged,

asked

his shirt tightly,

“Call the cops.”

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