The Wrong Woman

Chapter 194

Suzanne shook her head and turned to leave.

“I’ll give it to you for 10, lady,” the man yelled behind her. “I’m not making any profit here. You can’t possibly not afford 10 dollars, right?“.

Suzanne roughly rubbed the spot where the ring had been. She felt extremely frustrated as she walked away with tears in her eyes.

She didn’t have the courage to buy the ring even if she was being berated by the shop o

“. It wasn’t about the money, and it wasn’t like she didn’t want to wear the ring, either. If she’d bought the ring and wore it by herself, she’d think that her marriage was pathetic and sad.

She left the market.

There were a bunch of bikes by the side of the road that acted as cabs. Not daring to get on any of them, Suzanne stood by the side of the road to wait

for the bus.

With her beautiful face and attractive figure, she attracted the attention of many passersby.

Suddenly, a car drove past her and stopped about a few feet away from where she stood. Shortly after, it reversed and stopped in front of her.

The window rolled down, and two men leaned over. They whistled crudely and said, “Do you need a ride, beautiful?”

declined, “No,

home.” The man smiled gleefully

immediately turned and walked toward the bustling

market.

of the car and tried to force her

She struggled against

bikers wanted to come to her aid but promptly backed off when one of the men

only watch as Suzanne was kidnapped and

had the gall to kidnap a married woman off the

they forcefully subdued her and took her phone. As the car drove toward a small path in the woods,

quite some time and sped through uneven terrain. After what seemed like a long journey, they emerged onto the

said “Muzat Borders” and

been kidnapped to the

country.

the gall to kidnap women in broad daylight–they were a bunch of lawless drug traffickers!

arrived at a heavily guarded community in the

were a lot of obstacles in place. The entire

in front of a wooden house. Several people were seated in the huge gazebo. Upon being brought there, Suzanne felt

out of the

lady on my way back from deliveries. She looked like your type, so I

roughly shoved her into