Roxanne knew that she would not be of any help even if she stuck around, so she did not insist on it and went into the car.
After watching them leave, Lucian led the remaining bodyguards into their respective cars.
Soon, the cars drove off.
Ophelia was blindfolded the entire way, and she found the silence in the car unnerving.
“I know I'm wrong now! I really do! Please spare me!” she begged as fear wrapped around her heart.
However, she received no answer from anyone.
A while later, the car slowed down, and Ophelia's heart lurched into her throat.
She was so anxious she could barely breathe. Various scenes from television shows kept flashing across her mind.
With the Farwell family's wealth and power, wiping her existence would be as easy as stepping on an ant.
The terror she felt reached its peak when someone came over with a rope.
After a sharp intake of breath, Ophelia passed out.
By the time she woke, she was already on the top floor of a building. Before her was a small helicopter.
“How was your sleep, Ms. Smith?” Lucian had a hand in his pocket as he looked down at her expressionlessly.
Ophelia shuddered. “W-What do you want?”
Lucian narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, “Who told you to do this?”
Ophelia parted her lips before clamping her mouth shut again. She fervently shook her head and said, “N-No one told me to do this. I was the one who wanted to do this.”
If she were to reveal the mastermind behind this, Aubree was certainly going to come after her even if she survived Lucian.
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