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Jasmine Clark didn’t sleep all night.
She got up early the next morning, her hair disheveled and face dirty, she went downstairs to absentmindedly fill her glass from the water dispenser.
Her uncle, Gilbert Jordan, who was on his way to work, noticed her. He frowned and called out to her, “Jasmine, have you run into so trouble?”
Jasmine, in a daze, was startled when she heard Gilbert speak to her, almost spilling the water glass in her hand. She hurriedly denied it. “No, no. Uncle, why are you up so early? Are you going out?”
What on earth is this child up to…
“I have to go to work,” Gilbert replied upon seeing her looking so drained. After a mont, he continued, “Also, Jasmine, I have made arrangents for that illegitimate daughter.
Enna Clark had been kidnapped and brought to Linton City?!
Jasmine was suddenly energized.
Just as in her childhood, she spitefully blad all her mistakes on Enna.
Regardless of anything else, Gilbert was her uncle and understood her character very well. Before leaving, he reminded her, “Jasmine, I don’t care how you want to retaliate against her. Just rember this, don’t kill her. As long as you don’t kill anyone, your uncle can cover for you.”
“Got it.” Jasmine responded readily.
Of course, she wouldn’t kill Enna. She wanted to keep Enna around so she could torture her slowly.
She planned to vent all her frustrations from yesterday on Enna…
In an abandoned factory in Linton City.
Enna Clark was brutally locked in a pitch-dark room filled with squeaking rats. The silence in the room only made it more terrifying.
She curled up in a corner, feeling sowhat desolate.
From the mont she had passed out until she woke up, she had no idea where those two people had taken her. All she knew was that when she woke up, she was locked up in here.
Nobody spoke to her, nor did anyone pay any attention to her.
Surrounded by darkness, it was as if she were thrown into the deepest abyss of the night.
The wound on her forehead, which she had received from hitting the car window, was throbbing with pain. She touched it and felt sticky blood which had nearly clotted.
The room was pitch dark, devoid of any objects that could be useful to treat her wound. Enna felt desperate and as if she had nowhere to turn.
A large, fat rat scampered over to her. Its small beady eyes stared at her, sending chills up her spine.
Enna was most afraid of rats. She gritted her teeth, preventing herself from screaming, and waved her hands, trying to scare the rodent away.
Perhaps the rat had never encountered a person before, for it showed no fear whatsoever. It circled around her as if assessing the best place to take a bite.
Enna stiffened, her heart clenched in fear, dreading that it might leap at her. Thankfully, after circling around her, the rat squeaked and scampered off…
“Phew.” Enna breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked around at the encompassing darkness.
In the darkness, there seed to be countless squeaks on the verge of happening…
She clung to her knees, pale and forcing herself to divert her attention to other things—
She wondered where Baron Lawrence might have gone after their fight at the hospital. Would he misconstrue that she was still with Wyndham Howell? How could she explain to him that there was really nothing going on between her and Wyndham? What about her baby boy? She hadn’t been back for so long, would he be afraid?
Thinking of her baby, she mustered the strength from sowhere to rise up and search around the small dark room, trying to find a way to escape. Just then, a series of footsteps sounded from outside the dark room….
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