Chapter 950


    Richard was about to speak, but Thssa beat him to it. “Richard, you guys go on ahead. I can catch a


    cab back home,” she said. She could tell that Charlotte meant the world to Richard. Whenever he


    looked at Charlotte, his eyes would soften with affection.


    When you like someone, it’s impossible to hide the fondness in your gaze.


    Thssa didn’t want to be the reason for any discord between Richard and Charlotte.


    With that, she walked to the curb to wait for a ride.


    Seeing Charlotte’s outright refusal to let him drive Thssa home, even threatening to cut ties with


    him, and Thssa’s insistence on not being chauffeured by him, Richard gave in. With a mix of


    exasperation and endearment, he said to Charlotte, “I can never win with you. When will you ever


    change that stubborn streak of yours?”


    “If changed, would I still be Charlotte?” she retorted with a roll of her eyes.


    Richard found himself at a loss for words. Yet, he pondered, if Charlotte were to lose that naive,


    adorably clueless part of her, would she still be the Charlotte he knew?


    “Come on, let’s get you home,” Richard said, giving up on the debate about driving Thssa as he took


    the lead towards his car. Charlotte nced back at Thssa, who was still waiting at the curb, then


    followed Richard, her heels clicking on the pavement. She hade with Richard’s car today, and the


    feeling of having someone by her side attentively cater to her every wish, felt incredibly satisfying.


    Thssa stood by the road, watching as Richard drove off with Charlotte, the car disappearing near


    the café.


    She turned her attention back to the stream of taxis, all showing their upied lights. As Richard had


    mentioned, it was peak travel time, and hailing a cab was proving difficult.


    But Thssa wasn’t discouraged. She continued to wait, confident that a ride woulde eventually.


    Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind. Startled, she struggled, but the


    person’s other hand pressed a cloth over her mouth.


    The cloth carried a strange fragrance that quickly invaded her nostrils and filled her lungs. She tried to


    expel the odd smell but couldn’t.


    The stranger was strong, unmistakably a man.


    Thssa attempted to scream for help, but her mouth was sealed shut, her cries muffled.


    Fighting with all her might, it only took a few seconds for her body to weaken, her head to grow heavy,


    and darkness to engulf her vision as she lost consciousness.


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    When Thssa came to, she felt dizzy and numb. As her mind slowly sharpened, she recalled the


    events before she passed out, sending a wave of shock and fear through her. She snapped open her


    eyes to find a circr chandelier above, surrounded by buzzing mosquitoes and fluttering moths.


    She squinted against the light, and then she heard a voice.


    “Mr. Brennan, yes, the girl’s been taken care of. It’s your call on what to do next,” a gruff voice said on


    the phone.


    Mr. Brennan? Was it someone from the Brennan family? Was it Daniel Brennan?


    The Brennan family had been ruined by Lysander, and as far as she knew, she had nothing to do with


    it. Why would Daniel have her kidnapped?


    Panic-stricken and bewildered, Thssa tried to get up, nning to escape before anyone else


    arrived,


    But as she moved, she realized her hands and feet were bound, making it impossible to flee. Her


    mouth was taped shut, silencing any attempt to call out.


    “Sure, sure, we’ll do it your way,” the kidnapper continued speaking on the phone, his voice growing


    closer.


    Thssa saw a tall, slightly overweight man emerge from another-room. He had a phone in his hand,


    still deep in conversation.