Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288

Right at that moment, an anonymous text appeared on his phone. ‘West Waste Paper Factory. She’s there. Save her.’

Jeremy’s eyes shone. He immediately tried to call the number, but it could not connect.

With no time to worry or suspect, Jeremy turned the car around and sped toward the location on the text.

Night fell and Madeline was forced to stay in the same place.

The dark room’s lights brightened and she could see Meredith still waiting in the same spot.

Soon after, the men returned empty-handed.

Of course, they had never stopped to think that Madeline was still inside the room and that the cloth was merely a ploy to divert their attention.

The play was a success.

“Useless! All of you!” Meredith was infuriated, pointing at the men as she scolded. Then, she left, only to be stopped by the leader who had a scar on his face.

“Sure, she ran off, but we also did work for you today. Pay up.”

Meredith scoffed and crossed her arms in all her spoiled rich girl fashion. “You lost the woman and you still want me to pay you? Be grateful that I haven’t taken your life! You useless piece of trash!”

She spared them a belittling eye-roll. No more than two steps later, she was held back by two men.

Furious, Meredith turned around to go on a rampage but was instead gifted with a heavy slap across the side of her face. The man with a scar held her by both her cheeks and glared Meredith’s arrogance away.

“What do you think you’re doing? Let go of me! Do you have any idea who I am? I—”

“Shut up, you b*tch! I don’t care who you are. We just want the money!” The man with a scar gifted Madeline another slap.

Meredith screamed in pain. “Not the face! Anywhere but the face!” she yelled. The wound on her face had yet to be healed and was still wrapped in bandages. One could only imagine how much a slap across her face would hurt.

Such pain was still fresh in Madeline’s mind.

“You just want money, right? I have money! I’ll give it to you! Just let go of me first.” Meredith struggled against their hold, her tone turning into a frantic one.

The scarred man replied with a wretched smile. “Too late!”

“Wh-What do you want?” Meredith was starting to feel afraid.