He asked anxiously, "Did she take it away?"
The servant tried to please him but was stopped by him. He immediately yelled at the servant to bring me back.
At this moment, I had already got on a taxi heading to the airport.
The anxious servant chased after me and shouted. "Ms. Juliette, he wants you to come back~"
The road to the airport should be all paved, but this taxi had been driving on bumpy roads.
I pretended to be calm and said, "Sir, I'm in a hurry pee. Please stop the car and let me go to the toilet."
"Wipe it off~"
With a sudden brake, my head slammed straight into the back of the seat.
The taxi driver suddenly opened the driver's door. Sensing the danger, I wanted to open the other door and run away, but he grabbed my feet and dragged me towards him.
Before I could call for help, a handkerchief soaked in medicine covered my face.
The next moment, I fell unconscious.
When I woke up again, I was tied up and thrown on the ground, surrounded by dilapidated buildings that looked like abandoned factories.
The furious voice of the kidnappers rang out beside me.
"Mr. Fisher, I only give you two choices. Either you transfer one million four hundred thousand dollars into the account I gave you and exchange Zendaya for your wife, or I fuck your wife right now, record the video and post it online!"
I could not hear what Sebastian said on the other end of the phone, but seeing that the kidnapper was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone to the ground, it was not difficult to guess that Sebastian chose the second option.
Despite warning myself countless times that he would not choose me, my heart still could not help but ache when I learned about it.
Seeing me awake, the kidnapper spat on my face. "Sebastian is such a piece of shit that he doesn't even want his own wife!"
He kept muttering a lot of dirty words afterwards and I roughly understood the reason.
The root of everything was that he and Sebastian both fell in love with Zendaya and since he failed to snatch her away from Sebastian, he wanted to take revenge on him.
And so I became the target of hostage-taking.
He still did not feel satisfied after cursing at me, so he started kicking me.
A rag was stuffed in my mouth and I could only cry out in pain.
Then he picked up a brick and threw it at me madly, leaving a bloody hole on my forehead.