The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 867

Chapter 867 

Suddenly, Kevin walked into Zach’s office. “Mr. Jardin, Felicia Bolton wants to see you. Should I let her in?” Felicia Bolton was the celebrity who had been caught having an intimate relationship with Zach recently. 

Zach put down his phone as his gaze turned cold. “No,” he said flatly. 

Kevin nodded, “Got it, Mr. Jardin.” 

Felicia waited downstairs at the Jardin Corporation wearing a pair of sunglasses. The receptionist received a call and apologized to Felicia, “I’m sorry, Ms. Bolton, but Mr. Jardin is not in his office right now.” 

With her seductive lips, she said, “He’s out, huh? I’ll come back later then.” Then, she left the office in an MPV. “Any news?” her manager asked nervously. 

Felicia shook her head in disappointment. “He’s not in his office.” 

“This is your last chance. There’s no one who can help you besides him. Felicia, you’ve been really careless this time.” 

“I’ll find a way to get through this.” 

“It looks like we have no other option. I know a few people who work as paparazzi and can help you gather information about him. When the time comes, you’ve got to seize the opportunity. Don’t let me down again.” 

“Okay,” Felicia responded. 

The MPV then drove away as Felicia needed to go to Marisburg for a shoot. However, half an hour into the journey, several black cars stopped in front of the MPV. Suddenly, a group of people got out of the cars and started wrecking the MPV. 

Felicia panicked and started yelling. 

The driver had already been pinned down on the ground by the attackers, whereas Felicia was forcibly taken into one of the black cars. 

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” 

Felicia’s blue dress was torn apart as she struggled, and one of the attackers covered her mouth and nose. She caught a whiff of a pungent smell and fell into unconsciousness. 

When she woke up again, she found herself in a filthy prison cell. A piercing cold wind blew, and Felicia realized that her clothes had been changed into a sexy, translucent dress. 

She weakly propped herself up from the ground, her eyes in a state of panic and fear. She looked at the man in black uniform who exuded a hostile and chilling aura. 

She saw the terrifying scar on the man’s face and stammered. “Wh-Who are you?” 

The man did not answer. 

Fred lifted Felicia’s chin with the black baton he was holding as his gaze wandered down to her chest. “It 

seems like his taste in women isn’t so bad after all. 

He turned to the deputy warden and ordered, “Take her to my office.” 

The deputy warden took the black baton from Fred and said, “Yes, sir.” 

Felicia did not understand what he meant at all. She was still dazed from the effect of the drug as she 

was forcibly dragged away. 

She was brought to a bed in a hidden room, where iron chains were affixed to the bedposts on both sides. Then, the men placed her on the bed, with her hands and feet shackled. 

“N-No…