My Flirtacious Husband

Amidst the commotion, the man dragged Genevieve through the crowd to the roadside and shoved her into a car.

Before anyone could close the door, the car sped off.

Genevieve fell into the backseat and immediately tried to get up. Alas, she was nowhere as strong or highly trained as her abductors.

She had only made a slight movement when the man who joined her in the backseat quickly pounced on her. He pulled her hands behind her back and expertly tied them up with a unique knot.

Then he did the same to her feet and finally stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth.

“Are you sure this is Genevieve Rachford?” the driver asked as he threw a suspicious glance at Genevieve through the rearview mirror. “After all the effort we’ve put in, we better not have grabbed the wrong person.”

“This is her! I’m sure of it!” the man beside Genevieve insisted.

He looked her up and down before turning to the driver. “Patrick is very good at slipping under the radar and is adept at disguises too. It’s no wonder we haven’t been able to find him for so long. We have this woman to thank for giving us a lucky break. If it weren’t for her, they’d have boarded the plane and escaped, and we’d still be searching aimlessly in the city…”

unafraid of anything. They didn’t mince their words. However, the more Genevieve heard, the

thrown away everything on me that could contain a tracking device. Could Armand have implanted one under my

felt a hard object around her finger. She froze in her tracks, the sudden realization sending shivers down

ring that Harriet had prepared for

even approached

morning, but

a distance, Genevieve could see a few black

stop, the man dragged Genevieve out and unceremoniously threw her

to

barely move after hitting the ground. She turned her head, only to see a man walking toward

as he got nearer, Genevieve could

on the other end asked, sounding somewhat surprised. However, she chuckled with delight the second she

Harriet, yet you still want