Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 170 Caught in the Act

"Can you just leave me alone? They're my parents, not yours. Besides, isn't your own family a mess? Stop bothering me, I'm leaving." "Go ahead, I've already called the police. If you leave, that woman will go to prison."

Jacob's footsteps froze, his face twisted.

Selena's tone was firm. "I will have someone take you back and immediately notify our uncle and Aunt to pick you up." "You!"

After Jacob said this, his tone softened.

"Just stop meddling in my affairs. I'd rather starve outside than go back to that house."

Raymond's car window was open. He was also present the last time Selena and this man had an argument.

But Jacob's accent was too heavy, he only caught the general idea, and Raymond wasn't really interested in his family affairs.

But he didn't let the driver start the car, as the driver was still recovering from the shock.

Selena knew Raymond was still there and didn't want to continue embarrassing herself in front of him, so she made a phone call.

Shortly after, a car stopped, and two tall and burly bodyguards came out and lifted Jacob up like a little chick, directly tying his hands and feet.

wanted to struggle, but seeing the bulging muscles on the two bodyguards, he was too scared to make a sound. He was

had found Jacob and to be prepared to pick him up. He would be sent back soon. Brian and Erin were both shocked and realized how much they owed Selena. Erin then mentioned the civil servant she had mentioned before. "Selena, I've done

rubbed her temple with her hand

glow from the car roof shining

was truly exquisite, making me want to capture him on canvas. From his

I have to go

few seconds ago. She quickly tapped open the camera app and took a photo of

the street and the distinctive sound of the shutter echoed, Selena felt as

open a seam in

eyebrow and

tapped his fingertips on the windowsill, his wrist bone taut, emanating a graceful

momentarily paused,

with heat, and she awkwardly changed the

any longer. I'm really sorry

car, slamming her foot on the accelerator, desperate to escape this

every encounter with Raymond always result in

say it was where the rich second-generations kept their mistresses.

before leaving. It wouldn't be good to retreat back into the elevator now, and ignoring the