Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 447

Mia tried to dodge, but the man's sharp gaze locked onto her like a predator. "Don't run," he sneered. "Let me take good care of you."

Her heartbeat pounded violently, her breath hitching in terror.

Before she could react, another figure appeared behind her.

A cloth was pressed tightly over her nose and mouth.

A sickly sweet, chemical scent flooded her senses-ether.

Within seconds, darkness consumed her.

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The Grand Lyric Theater - Back Entrance

The heavy wooden doors creaked open as a man carried a large burlap sack over his shoulder and loaded it into a van.

Inside, the sounds of the opera continued uninterrupted.

The actress's haunting voice rang out again, her song rising above the frantic percussion, filling the grand hall with tragic beauty.

The van cut through the bustling streets, passing by the towering Reynolds Corporation headquarters before heading straight toward Adams University.

But instead of stopping at the university gates, the vehicle pulled into a hotel parking lot across the street.

The doors swung open, and the man carried the sack into the building's underground storage area.

Mia woke up with a sharp inhale.

Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a chair, the rough rope cutting into her skin as she struggled.

she opened her eyes, she saw a man standing before her, watching her with

about him felt

stuffed in her mouth was yanked out. She coughed, her

Do you even know

thing people say when they get kidnapped is always some pointless threat? You know you're not getting out of this, yet you still waste your

Mia's face turned pale.

wasn't physically intimidating his features were clean

a deep, jagged scar that twisted across

It was ugly. Disturbing.

strange chill down her

never met him before... yet the fear clawing at

I'm from the Reynolds family. My brother is Zachary

out a quiet,

closer, his tone casual. "Do you think we kidnapped you without knowing exactly who you are? We know

Mia's thoughts raced.

The message...

grandfather, telling her to meet

was never

she was

part of the

very beginning, someone had been setting her

But who?

Mia's question. Instead, he smirked, his expression

to know the real reason behind your

skipped a

"What?"

she could process his words,

with them.