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

his head in panic.

still a distance from

parked car. From

a complete

knew she’d be silenced by

car, there were no other

and she clenched her fists in

Serana’s face. Most of it was covered by the man’s large hand,

pleading eyes

laugh,

you right!”

her

seemingly joyful expression,

knows I can’t stand you. How stupid are

much, and here you are, expecting my

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

missing. I’ll head back and cover

sure how long I can stall since the

her, but I can buy you ten, maybe

anxious at her words, seemed to hurry

for my stalling, I hope you make

because of her

it’s like to be abandoned, all

feeling must be intense.”

but I’ll

smiled, “Thanks, sir. You’re the best.” Then she turned

the orphanage.

her leave in terror, still struggling,

deaf ears.

burst into the orphanage, barely crossing the

she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the ground hard,

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

still trembling.

director’s office, Bryson emerged,

asked urgently,

shirt tightly,

“Call the cops.”

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