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

face was briefly exposed

his head in panic.

a distance

Bryson’s parked

was a

for help, she knew she’d

than Bryson’s car, there were no

clenched her

at Serana’s face. Most of it was covered by the man’s large

her pleading eyes

Yasmine began to laugh, looking straight

you right!”

in shock, her struggles ceasing as she stared

seemingly joyful

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

you so much, and here

“You better scoot. They’ll do roll

she’s missing. I’ll head

Not sure how long

but I can buy you ten,

anxious at her words, seemed

“In return for my stalling, I

I’ve been ostracized because of her and I hate her

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

feeling must be intense.”

kid, but

sir. You’re the best.” Then she turned

the orphanage.

her leave in terror, still struggling, her muffled

deaf ears.

barely

out, and she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting

up, dusted herself off,

still trembling.

director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

asked

his shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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