President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 896

Queeny heard some footsteps, and soon the truck door was opened.

“Get out!”

A man said to them in a cold voice.

Karida rose to her feet, came to Queeny’s side, and helped her up.

Glancing at her tied feet, Queeny smiled. “You’re expecting me to jump out of the truck with my feet tied?”

Looking at the ropes at Queeny’s ankles, Karida gave a frown.

Karida was about to crouch down to untie the ropes when the man at the door stopped her.

“No need for that. You can choose to jump out or stay in the truck for the night. The choice is yours.”

With that, the man turned and left, leaving Queeny to her own device.

Queeny was surprised.

It had not occurred to her that these people could be so callous.

Beside her, Karida straightened up and stared at her with a resigned look. “Are you staying in the truck or are you jumping out with my help?”

Queeny gave a faint smile.

She had always known that it was best not to fight in vain when the odds were against her. Although the truck was carpeted, it was still cold and hard inside. If she were to stay there for the night, she would doubtless catch a cold before she was able to escape.

With these thoughts, Queeny smilingly nodded. “I can manage it myself.”

Supporting herself with the wall, she began to drag herself out inch by inch.

Amused by Queeny’s movements, Karida could not help laughing.

But Karida quickly stopped herself and came up to help Queeny lest she fall down.

It took Queeny a long while to haul herself out of the truck.

She was greeted by a bleak village, whose only dirt road was where the truck was parked.

Perhaps because it had just rained, the earth was spongy, and the whole road was muddy and strewn with puddles.

The white flat shoes Queeny had been wearing since she left home were already heavily coated with mud.

But Queeny paid them no heed and followed the men to the village ahead.

The village was sparsely populated, if at all.

There were four of the men, one of whom knocked at the door of a household. The door opened and a tanned face looked out.

The man and the villager talked in some unknown language, which Queeny guessed was the local dialect.

Queeny raised her brows. Although she couldn’t understand their words, she gathered from the accent that this place was somewhere in the Middle East .

Hearing the man’s words, the villager stuck out his head and cast a glance at Queeny and Karida before he finally nodded and let them in.

Locked in the truck for a whole day and let out at last, Queeny was quite content and happy to do whatever the men demanded.

After they went in the house, the men said something to the family, at which the latter got out of the house and left them with everything in it, including the key.

Queeny felt that the family were not likely to return for the rest of the day, and the men could have rented the house from them.

She was wondering where it was and whether anyone would come to her rescue if she rushed out and cried for help.

However, catching a glimpse of something bulging at the four men’s waists, Queeny realized that they had guns and gave up the idea of crying for help.