Desires Die Hard

Chapter 852 We Will Testify Against Evan

"Ms. Tucker, someone was going to kidnap you," Cohen said calmly with great concern. "I saved you and hid you in my house in case he would find you."

"Kidnap me?" Paula couldn't believe her ears, as she had left the design community for many years.

Even when she was in the design profession, she didn't offend anyone.

Why she would be kidnapped, she wondered.

"Yes. I went to visit you and saw someone was kidnapping you. I saved you and brought you home.

"You can stay here, and I'll protect you, Ms. Tucker," Cohen said respectively.

Paula looked around. Suddenly, she shook her head and said, "Cohen, I can't get you involved, although I don't know whom I've offended. I'm going to the police station now."

Even if she knew the kidnapper, she wouldn't care.

As long as she wouldn't get Cohen involved.

In Paula's eyes, Cohen was a poor kid. His family didn't treat him well and often bullied him. He would have been worthless if she didn't teach him and supported him to study abroad.

Paula had never sheltered any apprentice.

But Cohen was the first and the only one.

Because Cohen was poor, persistent, and talented.

That was why Paula broke her rules.

within 10 minutes and quickly designed

didn't want Cohen's design talent

I won't

for me to repay you. Don't

kidnapper?" Paula fixed her eyes on Cohen

Paula's physical conditions. "How are you feeling

unnecessary. I'll be fine after a rest." Paula shook her head to reject. She felt warm, as she thought she

give her a cold shoulder when she

that, Paula suddenly sighed. "Cohen, could you tell me

Tucker. I'll tell you after you get well," Cohen said. He didn't

not to kill Paula, his

Paula to testify

enough, if Paula didn't cooperate and ruined his plan, Cohen would

had to agree since Cohen insisted not to tell her. Feeling dizzy, she thought she needed a rest. "Cohen, thank

I won't have anything I have

immediately held him up. "Get up,

guest room. After Paula fell asleep, Cohen stood right outside the door of the guest room, thinking how to

enough sleep and felt refreshed.

fish, so he

mashed potato on a plate, saying, "How's your sleep, Ms. Tucker?

She pressed her temples, feeling

was 65 years old, and her physical condition couldn't be better

please taste it," Cohen

at the fish and felt

still remembered

an apprentice as