Chapter 21

His body stiffened but the didn't turn around immediately.

On the other side of the rooftop, Guinevere was being pressed against the railings by another kidnapper.

Half of her body was over the roof.

She looked at the man in the distance with reddened eyes.

“I’m scared…”

She was trembling and her hair disheveled.

There was even a traumatized expression on her beautiful face.

The usually proud celebrity was now hugging her stomach in fear, staring at her fiance with reddened eyes.

“Don’t come here.

They’ll hurt you!”

Stella wasn’t at all fazed by her wails, and in fact even marveled at her acting skills despite this situation.

If she hadn’t woken up and overheard Guinevere’s conversation with the kidnappers, Stella might have actually been deceived by Guinevere’s acting skills too.

Stella didn’t understand why.

She had never actively provoked them before.

It was Weston who asked for the marriage, ruthlessly brought up divorce, and then wanted her to abort the baby…

Yet, Guinevere wanted her life instead!

Stella only wanted to keep the only child she could ever have.

Why must Guinevere force her to die?

Stella was never given a choice.

She was just a sacrificial item in their game of love!

She said nothing and stared straight at the man, watching him turn without hesitation to walk over to Guinevere.

It was as if that momentary pause she saw earlier was just a misconception.

Between her and Guinevere, Weston would always only choose Guinevere.

What was she hoping for…?

Stella dug her nails into her palm and the sharp pain jolted her mind awake.

She closed her eyes and forced down that surging pain to cry out in a hoarse voice, “Weston! She’s lying to you.

kidnappers are her people…

covered her mouth firmly before

looked anxious and twisted

“Shut up, b*tch!”

never expected Stella to suddenly say that

regained her senses and put on a confused

are you saying? I

could finish, as if to prove her claims, the man behind her suddenly grabbed her

skin and

“Tss…”

Guinevere couldn’t resist hissing.

be in pain but refused to

and stared at Weston with teary eyes,

knife and held it at Guinevere’s

come closer! Where is

an icy glint in his eyes, Weston tossed the suitcase onto the floor, stepped on it, and kicked, sending the suitcase

counting the amount, the kidnappers signaled to

his wrists in

“Let them go.

take the

kidnapper snorted a

“Mr.

a smart

brought so many

back, would

said that, his

here on time, you can choose to take one

one… We’ll send

she abruptly shouted,

struggled with all her might, yelling, “Believe

won’t let me return

Her tears kept falling.

realize that no matter how tough she acted, she still

begging you… Please don’t push me toward

She sobbed.

Weston! I’d never lie… You know that… I wouldn’t joke about something as serious

man’s eyes were

were like crashing waves but he could only grit his teeth

much

Ford.

will you choose between

“Three!”

“Two!”

“…”

a breaking point and he couldn’t conceal the hostility on

fists tight and the veins on the back

“You’d better return the

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