Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard) novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183 A Routine Occurrence 

As I thought about what Leonard told me, I couldn’t help but frown. 

It turned out Keenan was really after my fund. If it was considered my premarital asset, it’d have nothing to do with Leonard. 

Keenan must have been planning on me divorcing Leonard and then having someone get rid of me. By then, as my sole heir, he could naturally claim the money. 

However, that would take time. Leonard and I had been married for so long that a lawsuit to divide the assets would take at least a year or two. 

By the time Alisa secured her position in the Harmon family and got the money to save Jasper, everything would likely be too late. He couldn’t afford to wait anymore. 

However, if the money was my premarital asset, it’d be a different story. Since the fund was abroad, they definitely wouldn’t be able to verify my marital status. 

With my death certificate and evidence that Keenan was my uncle, plus Randall’s support, there would be no problem for him to claim the money. Especially since Rivaella was still in his hands… 

The more I thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Otherwise, why would he keep emphasizing that it was a premarital asset? 

I didn’t say much to him and just asked him to meet me in Tarnvale. After hanging up, I returned and realized Rivaella was gone. 

I searched around but couldn’t find her, so I asked someone nearby, “Excuse me. Did you see the lady with me earlier? The one with the dreadlocks.” 

“I think she just got her period. She borrowed a pad from me earlier, so she probably went to the restroom. The lady at the next table pointed toward the restroom. 

1 quickly rushed over. Both of us as the key figures were in a very dangerous situation now. 

For some reason, I had a strong feeling something was going to happen. Hinstinctively turned on location sharing on my phone and slipped it into my undergarment when no one was watching. 

However, just as I reached the restroom, someone knocked me out. 

Right before losing consciousness, I had a fleeting thought. Ever since I returned to the country, it seemed like being kidnapped had become a routine occurrence. 

Maybe it was because of the cancer, my metabolisin was faster than others, so I regained consciousness quicker. When I opened my eyes, the scent of earth filled my nose. 

I tried to move, but my hands and feet were bound. There was no one in sight, only dirt being 

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tossed toward me from the front. 

“This should be deep enough, right? She’s only 80 pounds. We just need a small spot,” 

someone said. 

“I think it’s good. Mr. Green is way too cautious. He even goes to such lengths for such a tiny woman,” another man added. 

Suddenly, two men leaped out of the pit in front of me. That was when I realized they had been. digging it. 

One of them walked over, squatted in front of me, and touched my face. 

I held back my disgust and didn’t dare to move. 

“Damn, she’s so pretty. It’d be a waste to bury her without having some fun first,” he said as he reached for my pants, but the other man kicked him hard. 

“You want to satisfy your urges, go find a hooker! Don’t leave any marks on her! If the police “You ever find her, don’t drag me into your mess. She’s the wife of a wealthy man!”