Chapter 183


    Married to the Boss: A Love in Disguise Chapter 183


    “We dare kidnap you yet fear a call to the police?” The man coldly hung up, this time not only sealing


    Lumma’s mouth with duct tape but putting a ck cloth over her head, tram pling her hope.


    These people feared not even the police and must be fugitives who’dmitted major crimes.


    Such fugitives feared no legal punishment but someone crueler.


    The only such cruel person Lumma knew was Adam.


    When kidnapped just now, her call with him hadn’t disconnected. Could he sense something off?


    Would Adam offend these remorseless fugitives to save her, his little assistant?


    Lumma didn’t know.


    This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    She only knew even if Adam was willing, finding her would likely take time.


    She had to save herself or let Adam know her location.


    Unable to see, Lumma guessed the road from the car’s trajectory.


    The van sped down the road, quickly passing through road after road, eventually entering an


    underground garage.


    On the way, it made one left, one right, then headed straight.


    During this, it probably hit eight lights, slowed thrice, and stopped five times. By her knowledge of Red


    Pine City, if nothing unexpected, this was Prosperity Tower.


    Prosperity Tower stood in Vale District, a junction of city and suburb with many urban viges.


    Prosperity Tower was the core.


    Two years ago, a murder urred there. A girl jumped from the eighteenth floor, dying instantly.


    Since then, many tenants had left. A mysterious person took over, renovating it into an


    entertainment venue.


    Lumma clearly remembered the date, the day she’d officially joined Hills Group.


    Beforepletely stopping, Lumma was dragged out and into the elevator.


    Counting seconds, she figured the floor. Going up, around the eighth floor the noisy sounds outside


    could be heard within.


    Finally, it stopped at eighteen. After the elevator door opened, the ck cloth over her head was


    removed, and a carpeted corridor and shing lights met her eyes.


    Then, Lumma was pushed into a room.


    In the room, there were a dozen or so men and women, each one crazily contorting their bodies,


    shouting and screaming while wildly dancing.


    After Lumma was pushed in, the excitement abruptly stopped, all eyes turning to her.


    The man behind tore off the duct tape from her mouth, forcefully pushing her forward.


    Losing bnce, she nearly fell but grabbed the coffee table before her in time.


    All gathered around. The middle man removed his cap and mask, revealing a face that disgusted her


    at first sight. “Lumma, you still remember me, don’t you?”