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

the man’s mask. His face was briefly exposed before he quickly

his head in panic.

flickered. They were still a distance from the

behind Bryson’s parked car. From the

was a complete blind

knew she’d

than Bryson’s car, there were

clenched her

of it was covered by the man’s

pleading

Yasmine began to laugh,

you right!”

eyes widened in shock, her struggles ceasing as

joyful

stand you. How stupid are you to think I’d help you.

you so much, and here you are, expecting my

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

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

time. Not sure how long I

on her, but I can buy you ten,

words, seemed to

return for my stalling, I hope

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

it’s like to be abandoned, all alone. Especially at night,

feeling must be intense.”

kid, but

best.” Then she

the orphanage.

still

deaf ears.

burst into the orphanage, barely

collapsed, knees and elbows hitting

dusted herself

still trembling.

the director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

asked urgently,

clutched his shirt tightly, her knuckles

“Call the cops.”

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