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 exposed

his head in panic.

still a distance from the

Bryson’s parked

a complete

knew she’d be silenced by the man

car, there were no other

darkened, and she clenched her fists in her

Serana’s face. Most of it was covered by

her pleading

to laugh,

you right!”

widened in shock, her struggles ceasing as

seemingly joyful

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

you so much, and here you are, expecting my

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

she’s missing. I’ll head back and

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

I can buy you ten, maybe fifteen

words, seemed to

stalling, I hope

ostracized because

it’s like to be abandoned, all alone.

feeling must be intense.”

kid, but I’ll

“Thanks, sir. You’re the best.”

the orphanage.

terror, still

deaf ears.

into the orphanage, barely crossing

and she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting

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

still trembling.

the director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

asked

his shirt

“Call the cops.”

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