The Fate of Love novel Chapter 25

In Finns’ large but empty basement, I sat in the car making a call and I could hear my echo vaguely.

“Yeah, Jingcheng City is indeed wonderful, very suitable and leisurely for life. I stayed here for a few days.”

Maya talked a lot. I amplified the sound and started the car. The emptiness in the basement made me panicked.

While reversing the car, I said, “You can stay in Jingcheng City for a few more days and get used to it. By the way, help me watch my house. Samson has assigned a difficult project to me. I may not be able to leave here recently.”

She muttered and said sulkily, “Why did you accept a project now? You should make your departure thoroughly. Don’t be garrulous.”

Certainly, I knew, but people were changeable! “Bang!” Abruptly I hit something when I just started the car, making me shocked. I said on the phone, “Maya, I seem to have hit something. I should hang up and call you later. “

Then I opened the door and checked out of the car.

There was nothing else except for some little animals. I hoped it won’t be too bad.

After a round searching, there was a small tabby cat lying in the blind area. I walked over for it. Suddenly I was covered in my mouth by someone from behind when I just squatted down and smelled pungent medicine.

I lost consciousness almost for a moment, and it was too late for me to realize the danger.

It was pitch black and quiet around me when I woke up again.

After a few minutes of panic, I calmed down. Those who kidnapped me even kept me alive. They must want something. They might ask for money or threaten Samson for my identity as Mrs. Finn.

I may not in danger so far, no matter what their purposes are.

Gradually I calmed down. After about half an hour, I heard a harsh sound, and then a strong light dazzled me.

Then came a voice of a middle-aged man, “The woman awakes!”

I was locked in a container. But I couldn’t see his appearance due to the backlight.

He was slightly fat and his voice was hoarse. So he must be a middle-aged man with the smell of cologne. Generally, only men with a little success would use the perfume.

This man was a business boss or middle-aged white-collar worker but not a hooligan.

“She woke up, blindfold her, and take it over!” The man said, and then I saw a thin face covered man.

I was still dizzy.

“Who are you and why do you tie me here?”

The middle-aged man said, “Miss Sandra, don’t be nervous, we invite you here to watch a good show. After that, we will send you back.”

Then they closed the door. I was tied up and sat on a dilapidated bed. After a few struggles, I found it useless.

A conversation suddenly sounded.