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

his head in panic.

still a

behind Bryson’s parked car.

was a complete blind

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

car, there were no other vehicles

she clenched her fists

Serana’s face. Most of it was

pleading eyes

to laugh, looking

you right!”

widened in shock, her struggles

joyful expression,

How stupid

so much, and here you

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

she’s missing. I’ll head back

how long I

can buy

her words, seemed to hurry

“In return for my stalling, I hope you make

of work. I’ve been ostracized because of

it’s like to be abandoned, all alone.

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but I’ll do

the best.” Then she turned and ran

the orphanage.

watched her leave in terror, still struggling, her muffled

deaf ears.

barely

and elbows hitting the

dusted herself off, her face ghostly

still trembling.

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

asked

shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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