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 before he

his head in panic.

They were still a distance

parked car. From the orphanage

a

for help, she knew she’d be silenced by

car, there were

expression darkened, and she clenched her fists in her pockets,

face. Most of it was covered by

her pleading

laugh, looking straight into her eyes.

you right!”

widened in shock, her struggles ceasing as she stared

seemingly joyful

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

here you are, expecting my

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

will notice she’s missing. I’ll head

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

check on her, but I can buy you ten, maybe fifteen

at her words, seemed to hurry his

return for my stalling, I hope you

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

her to feel what it’s like to

feeling must be intense.”

cruel kid, but I’ll do

sir. You’re the best.” Then

the orphanage.

still struggling,

deaf ears.

orphanage, barely crossing

she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the ground

got up, dusted herself

still trembling.

the director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

he asked urgently, “What’s

clutched his shirt

“Call the cops.”

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