The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

The relentless prattle chasing after her quickened Yasmine’s steps even more.

“Mmm…hmm…”

Serana’s voice suddenly sounded strangled. Yasmine stopped dead in her

tracks, spun around, and saw Serana in a man’s grip, her mouth covered,

struggling fiercely. The eyes that met hers were filled with terror.

Yasmine’s brow furrowed deeply as she locked eyes with the assailant. He wore

a black baseball cap and a face mask, leaving only a pair of menacing eyes

visible, staring her down.

“Mind your own beeswax, or I’ll snatch you up too,” the man hissed.

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“Mmm…help…”d2

All Serana could do was to flail, tears streaming from her eyes in fear. The terror

and helplessness in her eyes were palpable.

Yasmine understood all too well the fear and despair Serana was feeling.

Serana was begging for help, and she knew Jasmine despised her.

Serana’s plea was clear, and she was fully aware that Yasmine might not even

bother to respond, perhaps even taking pleasure in her predicament, finally rid

of her.

The kidnapper seemed jittery, scanning towards the orphanage entrance,

fumbling to drag Serana away. But in the struggle, Serana managed to pull

down the man’s mask. His face was briefly exposed before he quickly lowered

his head in panic.

Yasmine’s gaze flickered. They were still a distance from the entrance, and they

were currently right behind Bryson’s parked car. From the orphanage entrance,

it was a complete blind spot.

Even if she called for help, she knew she’d be silenced by the man before

making a sound. Other than Bryson’s car, there were no other vehicles around.

Her expression darkened, and she clenched her fists in her pockets, looking

back at Serana’s face. Most of it was covered by the man’s large hand, leaving

only her pleading eyes visible.

Yasmine began to laugh, looking straight into her eyes.

you right!”

widened in shock, her struggles ceasing as she

seemingly joyful expression,

can’t stand you. How stupid are you to think I’d help you.

so much, and here you are,

man, “You better scoot. They’ll do roll

will notice she’s missing. I’ll head back and cover

more time. Not sure how long I can stall since the

can

anxious at her words, seemed to hurry his

stalling, I hope you

ostracized because of her and I

her to feel what it’s like to be abandoned, all alone. Especially at night,

feeling must be intense.”

but I’ll do as you

the best.” Then she turned and

the orphanage.

watched her leave in terror, still struggling, her muffled cries

deaf ears.

into the orphanage, barely crossing the threshold

collapsed, knees and elbows

But she got up, dusted herself off, her face ghostly pale,

still trembling.

director’s

he asked urgently,

clutched his shirt tightly, her

“Call the cops.”

Bryson paused, puzzled, “What?”

Yasmine repeated,

to attention and asked, “What

taken by a man at the school

director’s eyes bulged.

you waiting for?! Want her

by the

her intensity, the director quickly pulled out his phone and

help.

of Bryson and moved to the director’s desk, grabbing paper

pencil, she began sketching.

—

the police arrived, Yasmine had regained her composure,

director’s chair, still

man. I have never seen him before,” she

director was overwhelmed, “What’s he thinking, snatching her right

could we possibly

“He was after Serana specifically. Not

to

that, the director wobbled, and Bryson, as if

director, “Didn’t you say someone was inquiring about

ago?”

“I didn’t expect

continued, “The guy had no

a walk or a getaway to another district. Dead end to the north,

No place to go

delivery was calm and methodical, her young face