Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 896

Vickie heard footsteps coming and then soon after, the truck door was opened.

"Come on down!"

A man said coldly to them.

Amber stood up and walked to Vickie's side to help her up.

Vickie looked at her bound feet, smiled, and said, "Are you expecting me to jump off like this?"

Amber looked at the rope on her feet and frowned.

She was about to squat down to help her untie it but was stopped by the man at the door.

"There's no need to untie it. If you find it inconvenient to jump down, you can also choose to stay locked in this compartment for the night. We don't have a problem with it anyway."

After he said that, he ignored her and turned to leave.

Vickie was at a standstill.

She did not expect that the other party would be so hard to deal with.

Beside her, Amber straightened up and looked at her helplessly.

"So? Do you prefer to stay in the car? Or I can help you jump off."

Vickie smiled slightly.

She always understood the principle that a wise man should not fight against the odds. Although there was a thin blanket in the compartment, it was still cold and hard. If she were to spend the night in the car, she would have caught a cold before she could escape, which was not worth it.

Thus, Vickie smiled and nodded, "I can get down by myself."

Then, she held onto the wall and slowly nudged her way out.

When Amber saw this, she thought that Vickie’s actions were a little funny and could not help but let out a laugh.

It only lasted for a second. She stopped laughing and hurriedly came forward to help Vickie so that she would not fall.

After a long time, Vickie finally made it out of the truck with much effort.

There was a deserted village in front of her, and the truck was parked on the only dirt road nearby.

Perhaps it had just rained, because the soil was a little soft and there were many deep and shallow puddles, which made the whole road look muddy.

She was still wearing the white sneakers that she had on when she left the chateau, but at this time, they were already dirty.

Vickie did not care and followed them to the village across the street.

There were not many villagers, or rather, there were not many families living there in the first place.

There were 4 men with them. One of them knocked on the door of a house, which opened to reveal a dark face.

Their mouths were saying something that Vickie could not understand. It should be a local dialect.

She raised an eyebrow, and although she could not understand it, she could still tell from the accent that this place should be somewhere in the Middle East.

Vickie did not know what the man had said to the villager, but the villager poked his head out of the door, took a look at Vickie and Amber in the back, then finally nodded and opened the door to let them in.

After being locked in the compartment all day, Vickie’s feet finally touched solid ground, and at this point she did not mind doing whatever they needed her to.

When they entered the house, the group of men said something to this family, and this family gave them all of their belongings and the keys to the house, then turned around and went out.

Vickie felt that the villagers probably would not come back anytime soon. Perhaps the group had rented out their house.

In her mind, she was wondering what exactly this place was, and if she were to rush out to shout for help, she wondered if there was any hope of being saved.

However, she turned around and glanced at the thing bulging at the waist of those four men and knew that it was a gun. She then dismissed the thought at once.