The Betrayed Heiress Is Now the CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Vivian’s face went pale in an instant,

“Is in the Jaspers ?” she cried “Are they here to kill me?

Before she could get another word out, one of the men outside smashed through the windshield with brute force.

“Miss Xander, I’ll hold them off–run!” Patrick shouted, then charged out of the car and threw himself into the f

Tight

Viylan yanked the door open, kicked off her heels, and took off running as last in she could,

But the men Sean had sent this time were no ordinary thugs. They were professional mercenaries, seasoned and Jethal, trained overseas and kept on standby for years.

Patrick, despite being a highly skilled bodyguard, didn’t stand a chance.

He was quickly taken down,

Two bullets hit him–one in the thigh, the other in the upper an. Wood soaked the ground around him.

The leader gave a cold command. “Patch him up. There’s no need to kill him.”

Moments later, a blond mercenary from Atlantis dragos Vivian over. “Got ler.”

She kicked and failed wildly, screaming in fury: “Let me go! You bastards–let me go!”

Smack!

The leader slapped her hard across the fare. Mood welled at the corner of her mouth as her cheek turned a burning red.

“Shut up. Make another sound and I’ll rip your tongue out.

His voice wasn’t lood, but it carried weight and cruelty.

Stunned by the blow and shaken by the threat, Vivian went completely still.

She clamped her mouth slut, too terrified to keep fighting

They hadn’t killed her yet which meant Sean probably hadn’t ordered her death.

At least, not for now. Their goal was likely to capture her, not extente her

Without another word, the men bound her hands and feet, taped her mouth shut, and shoved a black canvas bag over her head before throwing her into the back of the pickup truck.

The ride was long and bumpy. She didn’t know how much time had passed before the truck flitally came to a stop.

Rough hands lifted her again. After a short walk, she was tossed to the ground like a sack of trash

Her hip slammed down with a dull thud, drawing cold sweat from her forehead.

Mouth still taped shut, Vivian couldn’t scream.

A zipper rasped open above her head.

The bag was yanked off. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were wide with panic. All she could do was let out muffled whimpers through the tape- Mmmph! Mmmph!“–pure terror etched across her face.

A man crouched in front of her with a twisted grin. “The boss told me to let you breathe,” he said. “The didn’t want you suffocating. Said it’d be too much

The man finally left. In the silence that followed, she could hear the sound of waves.

That was when she realized that she was on a ship

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