NovelEnglish| Chapter 271 "Seriously, how many times do I have to say it? He's out of your league! Why won't you believe me?" She covered her mouth and laughed mockingly before grabbing my cheeks harshly and coming closer, her voice filled with spite. "Why bring this upon yourself? You think I'm like that stupid Margaret, dreaming of entering the Ferguson estate but can't even handle a pebble like you in my path? Look, Jane, I've always gotten what I wanted, never missed once. If I can't have it, you think my mom will just sit back and watchbe unhappy? What makes you think you can compete with me, all alone and powerless?" As she spoke, she glanced at a tattooed thug nearby. "Call Bryant." "Right" The tattooed man immediately made the call.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI frowned at Dorothy, saying Icily, "You're in cahoots with Jarrod. What are you planning?!" "What do you think?" She smirked, clapping her hands as she stood up, looking down at me. "Worned I harm Bryant? Please, he's the husband I've carefully chosen. Instead of worrying about him, you should be worrying about yourself." I looked up. "What do you want from me?" "Well, let's see," Dorothy said, hands clasped behind her back as she leaned in, "If both of us were kidnapped, and he could only save one, who do you think he'd choose?" I paused.
He had toldthis moming to trust him. He toldto always trust him, no matter what, I clenched my fists as I replied, "I don't know." After all, the last tit cdown to choosing, Bryant didn't even glance my way.
Besides, I was afraid of angering Dorothy further. Who knows what madness she could unleash? With the Myers, family backing her, she could probably get away with murder here today.
"Don't know, huh?" Dorothy chuckled cruelly. "Well, today we'll find out. Jane, it's tyou faced reality. People like you, bottom- feeders, have no place. trying to climb into our world." At that moment, the tattooed man returned. "Ms. Myers, done. I told Bryant both you and Jane have been kidnapped, and he needs to chimself." Slap! Dorothy's hand landed sharply on his face. “Bryant? You address him as Mr. Ferguson!" The tattooed man looked annoyed but seeing Jarrod lounging carelessly, quickly corrected himself. Tve informed Mr. Ferguson as you instructed." "What did he say?" "Mr. Ferguson sounded very anxious. He's on his way now" "Good."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDorothy nodded, satisfied, and signaled to the oth Others "Tieup this bitch Jarrod's men, accustomed to dirty work, were both quick and ruthless.
In no time, I was tied to a column, utterly helpless,
And just as I was secured, Dorothy eyed the stool beneath my feet and Kiomy *Kick the stool raised an eyebrow, away. It's more fun to have her dangling."
With a swift kick from the tattooed man, I lost all support slowly sliding downward, suspended in mid-air The rope dug painfully into my skin, burning wherever it touched.
As I slid further down, the rope tightened, soon making it hard to breathe.
The pain was intense, the pressure unbearable
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