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

man’s mask. His face was briefly exposed before

his head in panic.

gaze flickered. They were still a

behind Bryson’s parked car. From the orphanage

a

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

Bryson’s car,

clenched her fists

of it was

her pleading eyes

laugh, looking straight into her eyes.

you right!”

in shock, her struggles ceasing

joyful

I can’t stand you. How stupid are

you so much, and here you

to the man, “You better scoot. They’ll

notice she’s missing. I’ll head back and cover for

Not sure how long I can stall since the

but I can

at her words, seemed to hurry

“In return for my stalling, I hope you make

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

what it’s like to be abandoned, all alone. Especially at

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but I’ll do as

You’re the best.” Then

the orphanage.

in terror, still struggling, her muffled

deaf ears.

orphanage, barely crossing the threshold before

out, and she collapsed, knees and

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

still trembling.

to the director’s

he asked urgently,

shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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