The Life Of A Billionaires Wife

The Life Of A Billionaire’s Wife Chapter 58

Chapter 58 The Mysterious Woman Who Saved Her

“That bunch of useless idiots couldn’t even keep an eye on a woman!” The people whom Floch had found thought that they would be able to forever imprison Veronica in an inconspicuous mental hospital at the outskirts of Bloomstead without taking her life so that they could hide her away from the world. However, they never expected that she would escape.

“Inform the others. She must never be in touch with Old Mrs. Kings,” a flustered Floch instructed.

As soon as he said that, Rachel raised her hand and stopped him. “Hold on. Perhaps we can use another way.”

“What other way?” He turned to her with expectation.

She rose from the couch and walked up to him, then whispered something in his ear.

…

Meanwhile, Veronica was hiding in the trunk of a car that belonged to a mysterious woman while the vehicle sped down the road.

The car suddenly came to a stop after traveling for quite a distance. Veronica’s heart leaped into her mouth. In depression, she thought, Could it be that they managed to catch up with us?

The woman remained silent behind the steering wheel and she didn’t open the trunk, so Veronica, who was hiding in it, kept quiet as well. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Crack.

Veronica suddenly heard the sound of the car window shattering, which was followed by the woman’s sharp shriek.

“Ah, what are you doing? Let me go! Let go of me!”

It was obvious that the woman was in danger and she was resisting something or someone.

At that moment, Veronica couldn’t bear to stay put. She pulled the emergency lever and opened the trunk before she hopped out of the trunk and cried, “Let go of—”

Before she managed to utter the last word of ‘her’, the sight of the few men before her rooted her to the spot. She gaped at them, feeling totally astonished by what she saw.

Before her eyes stood five or six foreign men dressed in camouflage uniforms and berets. Their burly figures suggested that they might be mercenaries from other countries.

F*ck! W-What in the world is going on?

Veronica was well aware of the abilities of the Larson Family. Even if they were to send assassins to hunt her down, they wouldn’t look for five or six professional fighters to take her life when she was nothing but a puny, weak lady. It would only drive up their cost!

She was flabbergasted to the point that her mind went blank. Who am I? Where am I? No, I should ask who the woman that drove the car earlier is? Why are these professional fighters here?

Her appearance instantly attracted the gaze of the few men. All of them glanced in her direction as they appraised her from head to toe before they turned to the capable woman in business attire to ask in broken English, “Who is she?”

“She—I don’t know her. I ran into her on the street. She was begging for help, so I saved her,” the woman explained.

Although every single word that she said was as true as steel, the few professional fighters exchanged glances with one another. It was obvious from their expressions that they didn’t buy her words.

The leader among them, a man with blond hair and a scar on his face, waved at the other men next to him and said, “Take her along too.”

Hence, two men walked toward Veronica. When she was about to resist them, she vaguely noticed the weapons behind their backs—guns!

In consideration of her own safety, she didn’t resist and, she obediently went along with the few men like a sitting duck when they escorted her into a black MPV.

The two ladies sat in the middle row while a man sat next to them with his arms folded across his chest. He exuded a menacing aura and the intimidating air around him was frightening.

At this moment, Veronica turned to the woman beside her and asked, “Who are you? Who are these people?”

The smart-looking lady in business attire shrugged and shook her head. “I’ve already said that I didn’t want to save you, but you insisted on getting into my car.”

Veronica was rendered speechless. Such bad luck! I must have overlooked the bad omens before I left the house! “Where are they taking us to?” she persisted, hoping to get more details out of the woman.

“I don’t know.”

“Will our lives be threatened?”

“It’ll depend on our fate.”

“Depends on our fate?” Veronica’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I’m no fortune teller, so how am I supposed to know how our fate will be?”

“Shut up!” The foreign man beside them yelled while Veronica was in shock, which caused her expression to sink.

“Why can’t I speak when I have a mouth? Why should I shut up? Do you think that you are my parents? Who are you to tell me what to do? You—”

Feeling upset, she started blathering at the man.

However, before she finished saying what she wanted to say, the man was seen slowly pulling out a pistol from his camouflage uniform and thereafter aiming the black muzzle at her head. “Huh?”

A startled Veronica wore an awkward smile with a raised brow as her arrogance instantly vanished. “Haha, I was joking. I was just joking. I guess you are not good with jokes.”

A bright grin was plastered on her face, but her gaze was focused on the pistol in his hand. It was a modified version of M9A1, which was mostly used in Mobros.

Hence, she said nothing more and sat quietly in the car, but she eavesdropped on their conversation, which was done in Chinese, and vaguely discovered the identities of these few men.

They were mercenaries!

Someone had hired mercenaries to kidnap the woman beside her, which led to another question—who in the world was the woman?

The series of questions continued to linger in Veronica’s head, causing her to almost have an emotional breakdown. However, she knew that she was currently in a dangerous situation with her life

at stake. Yet, she mustn’t die because her adoptive parents would be waiting for her at home.

The vehicle continued to move forward before it entered the highway of Bloomstead. They were traveling from the north to the south of the area. I wonder where we are heading toward, she thought.

Throughout their journey, Veronica had tried numerous methods to escape, but to no avail.

In the end, the car had traveled for three whole days before it arrived at the largest port at the southernmost part of Destor. The two women were taken to a cruise ship with their arms and feet bound.

Then, they were confined in a tiny, dark room on the ship. The room had solid walls that were made of steel and the only source of sunlight was a tiny window that couldn’t even fit a person.

In those three days, Veronica finally learned that the name of the woman with her was Yvonne Spencer.

When the door was locked, Veronica directly rose from the floor and tossed aside the rope that had been used to tie her wrists. She tore the tape on her mouth away and paced around in the small room to stretch herself.

“Mm-mmm…” Yvonne, whose arms were tied behind her and her legs bound together, looked at Veronica walking around freely. She wanted to say something to Veronica, but the tape that covered her mouth muffled her voice.

Veronica, who was dressed in a hospital gown, leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. She coldly looked down at Yvonne from her height and asked with a raised brow, “Are you trying to ask me why I was able to untie the rope myself?”

Yvonne nodded.

“This sort of rope-tying technique is not a challenge to me at all,” Veronica chuckled contemptuously.

Sitting on the floor, Yvonne shook her hands behind her back and murmured indistinct sounds at Veronica.

Veronica leaned against the wall languidly, shaking her legs as she shook her coldly. “Sorry, I’m not your comrade and I’m not even close to you.”

Yvonne tried to say something, so Veronica walked up to her and tore off the tape on her face. “Spill it. Who are you and who are they? Only then will I untie you.”

In the past three days, Veronica had frequently tried to look for a chance to escape but had failed in her quest.

She had to admit that these people had undergone professional training. They were intelligent, observant, and were equipped with high counter-reconnaissance skills.