Wrong person

At this time, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Brussels, in a dimly lit cabin, only one table lamp was lit. Mia Lesser lay on the bed, slowly opening her eyes.

Everything was so unfamiliar, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell.

She had just moved a little, only to find that she couldn't move at all.

What's going on?

She looked down at herself to find that her feet were tied and her hands were tied behind her back. She couldn't move at all. She wanted to cry out, but she could only make a "whimpering" sound.

She was immediately dumbfounded, trying hard to recall what she remembered. She was clearly walking on the street, so how did she end up here?

A man sitting nearby was playing a game on his phone. Suddenly hearing a noise, he turned his head and saw her big eyes staring at him in horror. The man laughed in delight.

"Hehe, girl, you seemed to be sleeping quite

comfortably..."

"Mmm..."

Mia wanted to speak. She wanted to ask the man why he brought her here. But