Chapter 615

The car was speeding on the road. Dos was the driver. In the gloomy and suffocating space, the petite body of the woman in the back seat was trembling slightly.

An iron arm was bound around her tightly. It was impossible for her to move.

It was not so much a hug but more like binding her with shackles. The face of the man who was confining the woman was livid.

Drops of cold sweat seeped out of Dos’ forehead and flowed down. He did not dare to wipe it.

At this moment, he was not driving a man