NovelEnglishChapter 313 "She's not fucking dead, right?" the man cursed.
His fellow mercenary, who had been standing nearby, frowned. "Seriously? We said to clean her up, not kill her, and this is what you did?" The man who had jumped in after Jacqueline replied through chattering teeth, "You should've smelled her from the start, alright? She stank. I couldn't take it, so I took it upon myself to dunk her in the sea.
"How was I supposed to know that the damn woman couldn't swim? Talk about useless. I can't believe I had to jump in after her. Fuck, I'm freezing. Get her to a doctor and make sure she doesn't die. I'm going to change out of my clothes." "Fine. Hurry it up. Boss is going to blow if you're not here when he shows up." "Yeah, I got it." It took three hours before Jacqueline finally showed signs of consciousness.
As her awareness gradually sharpened, she took the tto examine her surroundings.
She was confined to a small, dark room that was very similar to the room back on the ship.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe could feel that they were on the move and deduced that she was probably stuffed in a car. Judging by her current predicament, it was likely that she was in the back of a large truck.
She was still wearing her drenched clothes. However, she now had a thick blanket wrapped around her. It seemed that her captors were worried that she'd die of hypothermia.
Jacqueline tightened her grip around the blanket, wrapping her arms around herself. Her shoulders shook with her silent sobs.
She had had a miserable journey.
She looked nothing like a pampered heiress. Even though she wasn't given a mirror, she could already tell that she looked no different from homeless beggars living on the streets.
She whimpered into her knees, crying. When she grew tired, she leaned against the truck's metal wall to rest. Although she now had an actual blanket around her, her sopping wet clothes still chilled her to the bone. It was so cold that she couldn't stop shivering. It was as though she wasn't in a truck but in a frozen cavern.
Jacqueline had a feeling that the truck was heading to Rivertown, which meant she'd be able to see Stephen in a couple of hours.
The truck finally cto a halt. Jacqueline was then yanked out of the vehicle.
She instinctively looked around and saw that she recognized the place. She was at Stephen's base.
She had been here in the past but had never been allowed entry. None were able to enter without Stephen's explicit permission; not even Ralph was an exception to that rule.
Since she was now in Stephen's base, didn't that mean she would be able to see Stephen soon enough? Her judgment day had come.
Jacqueline was thrown into a basement.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was no heater nor sunlight in the basement. There was only a dank sort of cold.
Before long, Lawrence cstriding in.
"Ms. Sanders, it's been a while. You've really putthrough the wringer there," Lawrence said coldly, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Jacqueline trembled as she stammered tremulously, "W-What do you want?" Lawrence tugged his lips into a smile. "What do I want? I was tasked with capturing you, and I've done exactly that. What happens to you now is up to Mr. Jacobson." "I-Is he here?" Jacqueline bit her lower lip as a faint glimmer of anticipation appeared on her pale face.
Lawrence couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at the expression on her face. "Ms. Sanders, don't tellthat you did all those things for Mr. Jacobson. Or do you truly harbor indecent feelings for him?" Jacqueline wasn't about to back down, though she knew she was done for. "How's that any of your business?" "You're right. It isn't. Still, you should be more concerned about what's going to happen next. Mr. Jacobson isn't going to let you off easy."
"You're wrong. Steve wouldn't be that cruel to me! He used to dote on me, so don't you try soaxing me. I won't The fall for it! He wouldn't have the heart to do anything to me!" Jacqueline snapped.
Lawrence quirked his lips into an odd smile. "Should I call you a lovesick fool or just a fool? Mr. Jacobson was good to you because you were one of the Jacobsons. You were his mother's adopted daughter-his sister. "Now, though? Not only did you help James, but you've also got blood on your ledger. You're the Jacobsons' enemy. Do you think Mr. Jacobson would go easy on you after all this?"
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