The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 166

His gaze fell on the locked door across the hall.

"What is this place?"

Right on cue, a waiter hurried over, speaking frantically.

"Mr. Hayes, this is just a storage room. It's dusty in there, please step this way!"

Preston frowned, his eyes still glued to the door.

Beside him, Wyatt laughed, completely wasted.

"Haha, man, you've really had too much to drink. I'll call Jenna to come get you."

Preston didn't reply. He dialed Ken's number again.

As he walked away, he asked into the receiver,

"Did you trace the plate?"

For some inexplicable reason, a heavy, suffocating anxiety had been gnawing at his chest all night.

Kicking the box had drained the absolute last of Chloe's strength.

The raw, bleeding wounds on her wrists burned like fire.

She collapsed onto the floor, curling into a tight ball as she listened to the footsteps outside fade into nothingness.

Her body trembled violently from the freezing cold.

"..."

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

She had been in agony for so long that she couldn't even tell if the sensation was real or just a fading hallucination.

In a hazy blur, she felt hands lifting her body.

"Why wasn't anyone watching her last night? We were just supposed to teach her a lesson, you didn't kill her, did you?"

"How was I supposed to know she was this fragile? It was just a bucket of ice water!"

"No, no, no! We have to get her out of here now! She can't die on our watch!"

She was hauled up.

She felt the swaying motion, the hard thud of hitting a car floorboard, and the relentless speed of a fast drive.

Then, the ropes binding her were snipped away, and she was tossed roughly onto solid, unforgiving dirt.

As the sound of the car engine faded into the distance, Chloe slowly reached up and yanked the blindfold off her face.

She forced herself up on trembling arms.

She was in the middle of nowhere—an abandoned, weed-choked suburb, utterly desolate.

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