Rodney turned around and gave his orders. “Call the police. Capture this woman and send her to the police station.”
After giving out instructions, he carried Sarah and hurriedly headed out.
He turned back after walking a few steps. He looked at Freya coldly. “You brought everything upon yourself. You have to bear the responsibilities since you broke the law. You’d better pray that Sarah doesn’t die. If not, I’ll make you compensate with your life.”
He left afterward.
Freya got up groggily. Before she could properly stand on her feet, both of her arms were restrained.
She was taken outside. With each step, her abdomen hurt from getting kicked by Rodney. Even her ribs were hurting. The pain made her face pale, and she was swaying as she walked.
Those people did not care about Freya’s condition. Seeing that she could not walk properly, they simply dragged her toward the car.
When she was about to get dragged into the car, a black off-road SUV sped over. Then, Ryan’s sturdy figure got out of the car.
The moment Freya saw him, it was as if she had seen a ray of hope. Tears glinted in her eyes.
Ryan came.
Freya did not know what was happening recently. Whenever she was in despair, Ryan would descend from the sky like an angel.
Ryan’s gaze focused on the hands that were grabbing Freya’s arms. A dark, icy gleam flashed across his eyes, and he walked over. There was aggressiveness on his usually elegant face. “Let her go.”
The people who were grabbing Freya’s arms were Snowden’s people. They recognized Ryan.
After exchanging glances with each other, the subordinate who had the largest build said, “Young Master Ryan, I’m afraid I can’t do that. Young Master Snow ordered me to send her to the police station.”
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