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 before he quickly

his head in panic.

They were still a distance from the entrance,

parked car. From the

a complete

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

than Bryson’s car, there were no other vehicles

expression darkened, and she clenched her fists in

at Serana’s face. Most of it was

pleading

to laugh, looking

you right!”

in shock, her struggles

seemingly joyful expression,

stand you. How stupid are you

much, and here you

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

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

bit more time. Not sure how long I can stall since

check on her, but I can

words, seemed

“In return for my stalling, I hope you

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

like to be abandoned, all alone.

feeling must be intense.”

kid, but I’ll do as

You’re the best.” Then she turned and ran

the orphanage.

in terror, still struggling, her muffled

deaf ears.

into the orphanage, barely crossing the threshold

collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the

pain. But she got up, dusted herself off,

still trembling.

director’s office, Bryson

asked urgently,

his shirt tightly,

“Call the cops.”

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