Living With My Lady Boss

Upon hearing those words, Yvonne almost passed out again due to her outrage.

After a short pause, she replied helplessly, “Help me schedule a meeting with their person–in -charge. I’d like to have a talk with him.” She then hung up the call.

She knew very well that the fallout from the failed wedding was starting to show. It was unclear what else lay ahead. All she could do was to face them as they came.

Yvonne’s parents were nothing but gloomy as well. They were still angry at Wilbur, believing that it was Wilbur who pushed their family into a corner.

Evening came.

Faye drove home alone cheerfully, thinking about what she was going to wear at home.

Perhaps she should buy a few more nightgowns. After all, she had worn all the ones she had.

Should her new nightgowns be even sexier?

Suddenly, a black MPV overtook her and clipped her car.

Faye cursed her bad luck, then got out of the car to take a look.

Just then, several burly men got out of the MPV. They dragged Faye into their car without warning and drove off at once.

Faye was terrified but did her best to stay calm.

None of them looked like nice people. Faye kept her voice calm as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“We’re just following orders. You’ll get it once we arrive,” one of the men said coldly.

Faye frowned. “You’re breaking the law. There will be consequences.”

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“Breaking the law?” The leader of the group of men burst out laughing. “We do this for a living. Don’t bother wasting your breath.”

Faye had a feeling that something awful was going to happen. These men had a clear target. They probably knew who she was.

Only truly desperate people would dare to kidnap someone of her status.

Faye fell silent for a while. She slowly reached into her bag and rummaged for her phone as she said, “You can just tell me if you want something. Don’t cross the line. You might not be

able to fix this when it’s too late.

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The leader of the group slapped Faye hard on her face. She cried out in pain and clutched her cheek.

The man grabbed Faye’s bag from her and took her phone away.

“What are you trying to do?” Faye roared angrily.

The man said coldly, “Another word, and I’ll cut your tongue off.”

A sense of dread washed over Faye, and she did not say another word. She kept an eye on the path outside the window, her mind racing.

A short while later, the car had stopped at an abandoned factory.

The men brought Faye out of the car. All she could see was a bald man sitting at a table, having a hot pot with a few other people. Behind him were more than ten burly men. They were all wearing fierce expressions.

Faye got out of the car and saw one of the men the bald guy was eating with. “It’s you?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Stanley Lowes smirked as he put a piece of meat in his mouth.

Faye was dragged in front of them. The bald man glanced at her. “Is she the one?”

Stanley smiled. “That’s right. CEO of Cape Consortium’s Kardon Province branch, Faye Yves.

She’s loaded.”

Faye frowned. “What are you doing, Stanley?”