Is this destiny? Chapter 597 - Hola!

~ A warehouse in Los Angeles ~

JoAnna beca aware that she is lying down, her legs were tied up. She tried moving her arms, but that only confird that her wrists were tied up as well, in front of her.

'This can't be good', she thought and decided that it's best to stay still.

JoAnna told herself that she needs to analyze her situation. It took her few seconds to rember that she was at the diterranean villa when Enrique ca and with a promise of a secret passage, he did sothing to make her lose consciousness. Yes. It must be him.

She heard voices. Male voices. Two of them… no, three n were talking. Unknown voices. JoAnna could not tell what they are talking, her head was buzzing, but it was not English. She could not help but groan from the pain in the back of her head.

'Did they hear ?', she panicked for a mont.

Three n continued talking. They were busy talking and didn't hear her.

'Why is my head aching so much? I don't rember last ti I had a headache.' Her head hurt so badly that she had difficulty opening her eyes. She forced herself to open her eyes and to see where she is.

'Ugh! Dirty!' JoAnna realized that she is on the floor, on top of so old and slly blanket. It seems that those n didn't want to put her directly on the hard floor and they folded so old blanket few tis before they placed her on it. Does that an they care about her comfort? 'Hmph! They could at least get a clean blanket!' JoAnna complained internally. Blanket was full of animal hair, as if so stray cats or dogs slept on it, and it slled like that.

She slowly looked around trying not to move too much. It's not a big room. There is a window, but it didn't give much light, as if it's a room within so larger building. Dusty, not used for a while, or at least not cleaned. She is in one corner, on the side wall there is a tal cabinet, and the door. Toward opposite corner about seven or eight feet away from her is a table with four chairs. Three n are seated there, looking at sothing on the table and discussing it lively. 'Spanish?' Yes, it sounded Spanish. JoAnna didn't use Spanish in a long ti, but she used to be able to hold a conversation. Based on what they talked about, it seems that n were watching on so device a soccer ga. They were really into it.

JoAnna slowly got herself into a seated position and leaned her back on the wall. Headache was bothering her. She wondered if Enrique hit her or drugged her to make her lose consciousness. Other than a headache, she was fine. Next to the leg of one of n, on the floor, JoAnna saw her bag.

Based on everything she observed, JoAnna's conclusion was that she was kidnapped.

Why? Who knows? Why would Enrique want to kidnap her? If that is his real na… She checked herself. She is fine, so they didn't take her away because of her. And here in Los Angeles she does not have any reputation other than being a dical resident, and Mrs. White. There is also the fact that she is the owner of Golden Ocean Resort, but that is only about one week old, so she does not think that is the case. Eliminating option that she is kidnaped because she is dical resident, there was only one option left.

Does Enrique not know that she is Mrs. White? He does… maybe that is why he got her. JoAnna was upset. He knows her as Mrs. White, and he kidnaped her. That can an only one thing: he is using her to get to Jeff. JoAnna was not sure how to feel about it. Mad, that she is used as Jeff's weakness? Or is she sad that she is this useless and it's actually working.

JoAnna rembered the ring. She can use it to send ssage to Jeff. But what does that an? That only confirms that she is useless and relying on him to save her. She does not want to be damsel in distress. If she is going to be Mrs. White, she needs to be his strength, and not his weakness.

While she was in her thoughts, three n stopped talking.

She lifted her gaze and t theirs. They noticed that she is awake.

JoAnna looked at them and concluded that none of them is Enrique. Based on their clothes, they were not so well to do, and they carried no malice in their expression. They were probably just paid to watch over her.

"Hi…", JoAnna flashed a timid smile and then grimaced while holding her head.

Three n didn't respond.

"Excuse … can I have my bag? My head is killing , and I have painkillers there.", JoAnna gave them the most pitiful look she could co up with.

Seeing that they are not responding, she tried a different approach.

"Hola!", JoAnna did her best to repeat her question in Spanish, and she probably said sothing wrong which had a different aning because all three n burst into laugh.

JoAnna looked at them innocently and blinked few tis. Her lips pouted and chin trembled… she looked like she is about to cry any mont.

"Your Spanish is horrible, woman!", one of three n responded in broken English. "You want your bag? How do we know it's not a trick?"

JoAnna's pout increased. "How can I trick three strong n? I am tied up. Check the bag and if you see anything that looks dangerous, take it away. I only need my dicine."

"Next thing you will ask us is to untie you, right?", he looked at her suspiciously.

JoAnna realized that the man is about to give in.

She shook her head, despite her headache. "No, no. My hands are in front. I can take dicine like this. You don't need to untie ."

Three n discussed sothing in murmurs between each other and she saw that the man closest to her bag reached for it and placed it on the table. They inspected contents of her bag and she saw them take out her phone, her recording pen and sothing else she was not able to see what it is.

They murmured sothing more before they turned toward her.

JoAnna looked at them with a faint grimace while holding her forehead in her palm.

n concluded that she is pitiful. She is a weak woman, tied up. She is not a threat, and they are paid only to sit there and make sure she does not leave. So dicine can't hurt. One man stood up and placed the bag in front of her.

"We are watching you.", man warned her in broken English.

"Thank you.", she weakly said and lowered her head while slowly reaching for her bag.

They didn't notice flash of malice in her eyes as she reached for the hidden compartnt in her bag.