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

his head in panic.

flickered. They were still a

currently right behind Bryson’s parked car. From the

a complete blind

knew she’d be silenced by

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

she clenched her fists in

of it was covered by the man’s large hand,

pleading eyes

Yasmine began to laugh, looking

you right!”

shock, her

seemingly joyful expression,

stand you. How stupid are you to think

much, and here you are, expecting my

then turned to the man, “You better scoot.

she’s missing. I’ll head back and

bit more time. Not sure how long I can

I can buy you ten, maybe

words, seemed to hurry

“In return for my stalling,

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

it’s like to be abandoned,

feeling must be intense.”

a cruel kid, but I’ll do as

You’re the best.” Then she turned

the orphanage.

in terror, still struggling, her muffled cries falling

deaf ears.

barely crossing the threshold before her

she collapsed, knees and elbows hitting the ground hard,

dusted herself off, her face ghostly

still trembling.

to the director’s

asked urgently,

shirt tightly,

“Call the cops.”

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