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.

They were still a distance

behind Bryson’s parked car. From the

a complete

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

sound. Other than Bryson’s car, there were

she clenched her fists

of it was covered by the man’s

her pleading

laugh, looking straight into

you right!”

her struggles ceasing as she stared

seemingly joyful

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

much, and here you are,

the man, “You better

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

Not sure how

but I can buy you ten, maybe fifteen

man, anxious at her words, seemed

return for my stalling, I

ostracized because of her

it’s like to be abandoned, all

feeling must be intense.”

cruel kid, but I’ll do as you

sir. You’re the best.”

the orphanage.

her leave in terror, still struggling, her

deaf ears.

the orphanage, barely crossing the threshold before her

out, and she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the

up, dusted herself off, her face

still trembling.

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

he asked

his shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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