Entering a barbecue shop, Joan sat there alone, sad and dejected. She ordered some dishes.
After drinking the wine, she stimulated her nerves, which made her sensitive nerves tremble. This
made her feel extremely refreshing.
"Why do I always lose them? Why could people I love be taken away by someone easily? Am I really
the worst one?" Joan asked, constantly thinking about it.
Deep down, she knew that she was not the worst one. She was just unlucky today. Moreover, she felt
helpless due to her bad luck and some attachment to Darren. These were all her troubles., Why? After
thinking this way and thinking twice, the current situation could not be changed. They could only obey
the arrangement of destiny, make relative actions and sigh.
But he didn't get anything from it. On the contrary, she felt more depressed and hated the world more. It
had always been like this in the world. No one could change it no matter how many people sighed or
talked about it.
In this world, we are doing powerless struggle.
She drank some water and was about to leave here helplessly. There was always a pair of viper-like
eyes staring at her, which made her feel cold and frightened. It seemed that if she did not leave here,
she would be devoured by the cold in the dark, leaving only bones there.
At that time, there were few people on the street. Joan slowly moved forward, feeling cold and lonely.
Joan felt powerless about her fate and future!
There were not many people on the road, and Joan stood in white canvas shoes. Thinking of the
couple who were talking and laughing in the coffee shop, she couldn't help but laugh, which was very
harsh at night. Even the passers-by by the roadside sped up to leave. It seemed like a lot of things
were going to happen to Joan.
This was a sense of vigilance.
No one would know that in the darkness, there was someone quietly following her, and a minibus
slowly moving forward. What they wanted to do was definitely not something good. Joan was still
moving on. She wanted to get out of here and get rid of the feelings.
Her sixth sense told her that she must run away.
A trace of fear in Joan's heart, together with fear and unease, was gradually devouring the soul.
What Joan didn't know was that not far away, there was indeed a group of people quietly following her.
As the street lights were getting dimmer and dimmer, Joan slowly walked towards a corner where no
one was around.
All of a sudden, Joan saw a few people flash up in front of her. She was startled, and before she could
react, she was pressed against the mouth and nose. She could not make any sound of help.
They were strong and each of them carried a hemp rope with gauze mask covering half of their faces.
'It seems that they are going to kidnap me!' Frightened, Joan wanted to run away, but someone
grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pressing her onto the floor.
Joan was lifted up abruptly. In panic, she kicked, but was then pressed into the minibus. The van was
dark and thick with cigarette smoke scattered everywhere.
There was no way for Joan to get rid of them. The only thing she could do was to struggle, but she
could not escape. At this moment, her struggles were futile.
Inside the minibus, their the scent of perfume and women's hair. Joan trembled with fear. She wanted
to scream for help, but there was no chance at all.
Joan thought of Darren. He should still be in the cafe stroking Lola's arm.
But she could only be buried in a ditch and was taken to the side of a path.
At night, the sound of running water, frogs and wind were mixing with a special symphony.
Joan was on the verge of a meltdown. 'Why did I have to walk down the street? It was a punishment for
me to get abducted., If she could have another choice, she would rather not to meet that man again.
With no choice, Joan could only struggle inside the minibus, looking at somewhere for help.
In the minibus with five fingers pressed against the wall, Joan was unable to make a sound. Her mouth
and nose were covered.
If there was a chance for her to make a choice, she would not have wandered on the street or been
kidnapped on the street like this., However, this was not the right path that Joan could choose at the
moment. She had no choice but to struggle and find a way to make a sound so that she could obtain
help.
Joan yelled as the car door was closed. But her hands and feet were tied up by several strong men
who squeezed in. Joan yelled with her eyes full of fear.
"Miss Gu, how dare you to yell?" An overbearing voice sounded. That man sat in the driver's seat,
turned on the front light and closed the window. The minibus slowly started and drove forward. The
minibus started to drive on the street. Joan could do nothing with the situation.
Before Joan could shout, her mouth was taped, and her feet were tied. She could barely resist. After a
few attempts, she lost all her strength. The car went on and on with buzzing. It was a minivan. Used for
kidnapping, it was the best tool. The minibus sped along the street, becoming farther and farther away
from the downtown. Helplessly, Joan found that she did not know the way here. She could only look at
some buildings on the roadside and analyze the place.
The van drove away, leaving a cloud of dust and the Joan's helplessness. It began to rain, as if she
was crying, sadly and helplessly.
The minibus came to a halt soon. The men in the minibus all came out, dragging the tied Joan, and
threw her on the floor, looking at her with fierce eyes. Joan couldn't make a sound.
"Joan, do you know who I am?" The voice was extremely cold and full of disgust. She seemed to hate
Joan a lot and wanted to kill her. The disgust and the coldness in her voice were so strong that they
couldn't be explained clearly.
Joan was like a trapped beast in a cage, struggling powerlessly, but not able to escape for a moment.
"Rip." That person tore off the tape on her mouth. The sharp pain made her cry. "Boohoo. Who are
you? " Joan shouted, unable to see who was behind the warehouse. It began to rain, as if she was
crying, sadly and helplessly.
A beautiful woman came out along with the sound of her high heels stepping on the floor. She was as
beautiful as an iceberg, as beautiful as a rose in the snow, as the most beautiful person., "Jean! It's
you! " Joan yelled in horror. At this time, Joan was very scared of the appearance of Jean. It could only
prove that Jean planned to kidnap her, and she succeeded in kidnapping Joan to the warehouse.
There were a lot of commodity piling up here. If she hid her somewhere, it wouldn't be noticed!
Moreover, it was a remote place. Would anyone come here? If someone saw it, would they call the
police? Can I get out of this predicament? ' These questions troubled Joan, making her extremely
fearful. She was anxious to scream for help.
With an uncontrollable look of fear, Joan looked at Jean, trembling, and said, "Jean, what do you want
to do? Why did you kidnap me here? "
"Joan, aren't you very smart? Let's see what else can make you escape from me. " Jean laughed. She
felt extremely satisfied and happy at that moment.
At this moment, she had a strong feeling of satisfaction. Darren had protected Joan very well in the
past. She hadn't had a chance to get back at her. But, she had a chance this time. This was really a
piece of good news for Jean, who had always wanted to do this.
In her opinion, there was nothing that could be more satisfying than this. It was hard to imagine how
excited she would be when she grasped her opponent.
"Why? Why did you kidnap me? " She was trembling with fear. Joan didn't understand why she had
been kidnapped. Had she already offended Jean? As far as the current situation was concerned, that
was true!
"There is no reason. Because of you, I don't like you! Because I hate you. " Jean said coldly, with
obvious disgust and disdain in her eyes. She was not that bored to explain anything to her opponent.
This was her character.
At this moment, the one Joan thought of was exactly Darren. Yet, deep down in her heart, she knew
that she couldn't get his help or his care.
In fact, she had long been unsatisfied with the tryst between Joan and Darren. She had planned to
seize this opportunity to give her a good lesson or keep her head down forever. Jean had her own plan
and plans for this. This kidnapping was not a show, but a conspiracy occasionally.
It began to rain, as if it was crying, sadly and helplessly.
Joan was afraid that if she could not get help, she would be killed by Jean.
Even the words could not express her hatred toward Joan.
It was a deep hatred.
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