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

His face was briefly

his head in panic.

still a distance from the entrance, and

behind Bryson’s parked car.

was a complete blind

for help, she knew she’d be

a sound. Other than Bryson’s car, there were

clenched

was covered by the man’s large

her pleading

laugh,

you right!”

in shock, her struggles ceasing as she

seemingly joyful expression,

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

much, and here you are, expecting my

man, “You better scoot. They’ll do

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

you a bit more time. Not sure how long I can stall since the teachers

can buy you

her words, seemed to

continued, “In return for my stalling, I hope you

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

her to feel what it’s like to be abandoned,

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but I’ll do as

sir. You’re the best.” Then she

the orphanage.

terror, still struggling, her muffled cries

deaf ears.

orphanage, barely crossing the

collapsed, knees and elbows hitting

But she got up, dusted herself off, her

still trembling.

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

asked urgently, “What’s

shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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