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 more her blood ran

reason our location got exposed! But after leaving Jadeborough with Patrick, I’ve already thrown away everything on me that could contain

pondered the possibilities, and that was when she felt a hard object around her finger. She

that Harriet had prepared

to remove the ring and even approached a jewelry

Baykeep early this morning, but now, this ring has foiled

a deserted road. Even from a distance, Genevieve could see a few black

a stop, the man dragged Genevieve out and unceremoniously threw her

to make me vanish without a

ground. She turned her

a video call with someone, and as he got nearer, Genevieve could vaguely make out a

she

killed Harriet, yet you still want to escape? You can’t