Billionaire's Betrayal: My Ex Beg Me To Love Him Again novel Chapter 86

Caroline’s POV:

When I finally came to, I heard the hushed voices of two men speaking a few meters from me. I decided to pretend to be asleep and listen to what they were saying.

“Why did you bring a woman here?” asked one of the men, who sounded exasperated by the whole situation. “Who is she?”

“She interrupted us,” replied the other figure in the room. My eyes widened as it instantly registered in my mind who was speaking. That was the driver that had knocked me out! “She insisted on getting the child. They were all creating too much noise, so I had no choice but to whack her.”

His accomplice sighed heavily, and I could hear him worriedly pacing back and forth. “Well, what do we do now?” he asked, sounding almost helpless in his intonation. “Our employer didn’t say she would pay double. Bringing her in here just gives us unnecessary trouble. I don’t want to get caught because of her.”

Footsteps approached my location. “We won’t get caught, believe me… Hey, wake up! This is no place to sleep!”

A boot nudged me out of my unconscious state. Smacking it away, I sat up and looked around dazedly to understand where I was. The room I was in was small and featureless, and although I had been sleeping on the carpetless ground, my hands and feet weren’t bound. It was already a step up from my last kidnapping incident, but I had still been kidnapped nonetheless.

Looking up at the two men, I scrambled away and slid up against the far wall to get as much distance between us as possible. I stood by supporting myself on the wall, keeping a wary gaze on my two kidnappers. The driver was a tall and burly man with a grim face, while his little friend was shorter and thinner in stature.

“Where is George?” I demanded first and foremost. His safety was the most important thing to me at that moment, and I needed to know that he was alright. “What have you done to him?”

The thinner man arched his brow in confusion. “George?” Realization popped over his face. “Oh, you mean the child? He’s fine! My wife is looking after him as we speak.”

I blinked, confused and wary. “So… he’s safe?”

“And well-fed,” the man exclaimed. “The little guy is such a glutton! He’s already had two bottles of powdered milk! A special formula, too. My own child never has anything that good.”