My Killing President novel Chapter 218

The man sat in the car unmovingly. If it wasn’t for his flickering gaze, he would look just like a sculpture.

It was when his phone rang that his thoughts came back to him.

When Alistair saw the number, he answered it right away.

“Hello…”

“I had already instructed my men to investigate the car plate number you gave me, it’s a fake!” Jackson said in the phone.

“Fake!?” When Alistair heard that, it was like the last straw on the incident.

Annabelle had definitely got into trouble!

No one would drive a car with fake car plate number with good reason!

“Alright, got it!” Alistair answered with a dispirited voice.

“Did anything happen?” Jackson said in the phone.

“Yeah!” Alistair answered the man but he did not give the details.

“Although the car plate number was a fake, I noticed something!” Jackson said in the call.

“What!?” When Alistair heard Jackson, he asked nervously.

“The car plate number is fake, but the car is real!”

“What do you mean?” Alistair frowned and asked.

“Do you still remember what car he drove?” Jackson asked.

When Alistair heard Jackson, he recalled, “Audi A6!”

“If I am not mistaken, that model has sales serial numbers. As long as we investigate and use a method of elimination, we could find the person you are looking for!”

“Although this method is stupid, it is the only way we have now!”

Jackson’s words struck Alistair.

Alistair heard the man and he had to admit that it was the only choice.

“I got it, thank you Jackson!”

“Let’s have a drink some other day!”

“No problem!”

After a short conversation, Alistair hung up the call.

He took out his phone and dialed another number. After giving his instruction, he hung up and said there. The man’s heart rested a little. At least, he could see hope now.

On the other side.

Song Jing came out of the hotel and he immediately drove away. He made a call in the car.

“Mike, help me to check everyone that contacted Annabelle, especially those that have a feud with her. Try to give me as soon as possible!” Song Jing held his phone and enunciated. The man was very anxious.

He was feeling the exact same emotion as Alistair.

After giving his instruction, Song Jing drove away.

That was a sleepless night for a few people…

And the reason was none other than the woman called Annabelle.

On the other side.

Annabelle long eyelashes flickered and she slowly opened her eyes.

She felt as if her head was leaded.

After a momentary struggle, she woke up slowly.

The first thing she saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Annabelle frowned: where is this?

This isn’t her house!

Wasn’t she at Song Jing’s celebration party?

Why would she be here?

Her head was still dizzy and she wanted to massage her temple. It was then she noticed that she couldn’t move her hand.

She frowned and looked at her hand. Then she noticed that her limbs were tied

At that moment, Annabelle was stunned.

All the thing that she saw had told her a harsh truth. She was kidnapped!

Kidnapped! Like in a drama!

When she thought about that, she recalled that she was on her way to the lady’s room in Song Jing’s celebration party. But right after she made the turn, someone came from behind and covered her nose and mouth with something. She was struggling but the moment she inhaled the pungent smell, she lost consciousness.

Now that she recalled, she must be taken out by chloroform.

When she thought about that, she started to look around. She was in a huge residential room. It seemed to be Chinese style furnished and even lavish at that.

If it was a kidnapped, why wouldn’t there be anyone that guard her?

Annabelle thought to herself. But when she saw that there were no one around her, she started to think of ways to escape. She tried her best to get up from the bed and wanted to look for something to cut the ropes tying her limbs. But when she examined around the room, there was nothing except a porcelain vase.

Annabelle started to contemplate. If she were to break the vase, would that attract attention?

When she was contemplating, she heard a sound from the door.

Annabelle was stunned and she hurriedly lied back down on the bed and pretended to be unconscious.

She wanted to see who was coming.

Right after she lied down, the door was pushed open.

She heard footsteps and there was more than one person.

“How was it, had she woken up?” She heard a man saying.