His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1125 Mom, Help!

It was a chilly male voice, and his voice was much more stable than the people just now.

Clark assumed that it was this man who wanted to kidnapped them, and the others were just following

his orders.

"Who are you? What do you want? I will cooperate with you to get whatever you want," Clark said,

remaining abnormally calm.

Duncan was a little surprised by his behavior. He couldn't believe that those were the words of a three-

year-old child.

"Since I am a responsible adult, I won't hurt a child. As long as you listen to me and obey my words, I

promise that you will be safe." Duncan only wanted to take his revenge on Sheryl. He had no other

intentions.

After all, committing murder would result in jail time for him or even worse. He didn't want to die yet. He

still wanted to go back to Tarsan Corporation.

"Uncle, you were wrong. It's just that you can't hurt two children!" Clark said calmly.

He was a little wary after the words had slipped out. He knew that he was being a bit reckless. If the

man in front of him was not as calm as he had thought, he could get irritated by his words.

And the consequence of pissing off this man could be quite serious.

"Haha! You really are an interesting kid!" It was Clark's win; his guess was right. This man was not

concerned with such details. He only cared about "the pleasant cooperation" between them.

"Since you think I'm an interesting kid, could you take off my blindfold? I am just a child; it is impossible

for me to escape. But being blindfolded is a little scary." Clark made his plea.

He wanted to see what the man in front of him looked like. Only then could he tell his mom, dad and

the police about the kidnapper when he was saved.

"Boy, you have been kidnapped. Do you think you are in a position to ask for favors?" Duncan was very

cautious about such requests.

Even if they were just two three-year-olds, he still didn't want to expose himself to them.

"I know, Uncle. I understand that you kidnapped us for something in return. If you take off my blindfold,

I will cooperate with you," Clark said. "I mean, when you call my mom and dad to negotiate, I will try to

cry out and scream, 'Mom, Dad, help me!'

Unless you are not going to call them and don't need my help..." Clark said this word for word.

Duncan was shocked by the child's words. Was he really a three-year-old kid? Duncan couldn't imagine

even an adult being so calm under such circumstances.

Or was it only because the child was so young that he was still ignorant and fearless?

But these were not important for Duncan. What mattered to him was that the kid was willing to

cooperate with him.

"All right. I promise not to hurt you as long as you cooperate." Duncan came forward and took off

Clark's blindfold.

He didn't think that a three-year-old could play any trick in front of him.

When the blindfold was taken off, the sudden glare of the sun made Clark feel uncomfortable. He

closed his eyes and resisted the light for a while. After adapting to it gradually, Clark began to slowly

open his eyes.

He realized that he was in an abandoned workshop with some old machinery inside, and the machinery

was covered in dust.

The workshop was so large that Clark was sure that it would create echos if he shouted from there.

"Hey, kid! Stop looking around. As long as I don't let you go, you can't get out of here. So, just do as I

say and don't try any tricks, understand?" Duncan yelled at the boy.

"I understand, Uncle." As he answered him, Clark raised his head and looked at Duncan.

Clark imprinted Duncan's face and his features into his mind. He took a quick look around and saw

everything that he needed to see and memorized every little detail he could.

Listening to their conversation, Shirley felt uneasy. "Clark, where are you? I can't see you."

The darkness was frightening, especially for a three-year-old girl.

"Uncle, could you let my sister..." Clark started to ask, looking at Shirley's anxious face.

"Don't overdo it, kid. Stop talking or I will cover your eyes again." Duncan started becoming a bit

restless as he saw the keen eyes of the little boy.

"No please, I'll do anything you say." Clark didn't want to anger him.

"Shirley, don't be afraid. I'm here. This uncle has promised us that as long as we obey him, he won't

hurt us. So be obedient, okay?" Clark comforted his little sister.

Shirley nodded slowly.

Her body was still shaking slightly.

Clark wanted to step forward and touch Shirley to comfort her. But he knew that Duncan would not

agree, so he stayed put.

After making sure that the two stayed in their place obediently, Duncan took out the phone and began

to dial Sheryl's number.

When the phone rang, Sheryl was preparing the content that was to be presented at the conference.

The phone was left backstage, so no one heard it at first.

The phone rang again. This time, Isla had gone backstage to get some documents that she needed for

later. She heard the phone ringing in Sheryl's bag.

She took out the phone from the bag and saw the unknown number on the screen. She didn't want to

pick some strange call at an important time like this, so she was about to hang up when Sheryl walked Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

in. "Isla, who is it?"

"I don't know. I was going to cut the call and wait until the end of the press conference to tell you. But

since you are here, just take a look." Isla shrugged and handed the phone to Sheryl.

Sheryl looked at the caller ID and felt uneasy for some reason.

But she still answered.

As soon as the call connected, she heard the cry of the child. "Mom! Mom, help us."

It was Clark's voice. There was no mistaking it.

"Clark! What happened? Where are you? Don't be afraid, Clark. Mommy will help you. Tell me where

you are."

She heard another teary voice. "Mom..." It was Shirley this time.

"Shirley! What's wrong? Where are you both?" Sheryl's heart raced.

She screamed in exhaustion, which immediately alerted Isla.

"Sher, what happened?!" Isla asked, terrified.