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

face was briefly exposed before he quickly

his head in panic.

a distance

parked car. From

was a complete blind

if she called for help, she knew

sound. Other than Bryson’s car, there were no other

expression darkened, and she clenched her

face. Most of it was covered by

her pleading eyes

laugh, looking straight into her eyes.

you right!”

widened in shock, her struggles ceasing as she stared

joyful

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

and here you are, expecting

man, “You better scoot. They’ll

missing. I’ll head

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

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

words, seemed to hurry

return for my stalling, I hope

been ostracized because of her and

what it’s like to be

feeling must be intense.”

but I’ll do

sir. You’re the best.” Then

the orphanage.

in terror, still struggling,

deaf ears.

barely crossing the threshold

knees and elbows hitting the ground hard,

pain. But she got up, dusted herself off,

still trembling.

the director’s office, Bryson emerged, and

asked

clutched his shirt tightly,

“Call the cops.”

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