Everyone lined up and got off the ship one by one before they marched onto a small island. People on the island lived a simple life, and their skin was tan. Perhaps it was because they were under the sun year-round. The human traffickers took them to the destination and knocked on each door. "This is the first house, go and knock on the door," ordered Gary, the leader. One of the men went up to knock on the door. It was obvious they were very familiar with this village. Seeing them, the old man, Wallace, who came to open the door was immediately delighted. "Come on in. My youngest son is turning sixteen this year, and I'm looking for two wives! Two wives for him! Is there a girl with fair skin? My youngest son likes fair tender girls." As soon as Wallace finished speaking, the men gazed around and picked a few women that meet the criteria. Among them, Sigrid and Alisa were picked. The man rudely tore the tape off their mouths. Fortunat
How could he locate her if she had changed all her clothes? "You're right." George was also thinking about that. Well, unless she had a tracker in her body. With the current technology, it was plausible to insert a tracker underneath her skin. Nevertheless, George didn't want to do it. After all, it was weird to insert a device into her body. "Well, why don't we embed one in my manicure." Sigrid's eyes lit up. Unless the future kidnapper plucked off her nails, the tracker would always remain on her. It was highly unlikely that any kidnapper would ever do that... George nodded and replied, "Good idea. Once we get home I'll arrange one for you." Sigrid leaned in his arms and asked, "We were in the hotel when I was drugged and brought away. Is the security of the hotel really that poor? How did I get kidnapped?" Sigrid had never expected to be kidnapped in the best hotel in City A. After all, the hotel that she had been in was not a shady one. She wou
She then returned to her room. Right at that moment, the door behind her was closed. The next thing she knew, she was pressed against the wall. George inched towards her before he lowered his head to kiss her rosy lips. The warmth of his heavy breathing was about to melt her inside out. Sigrid stretched out her arms to hold his waist as she responded to his kiss. After some time, she gently pushed him away, but he did not intend to stop at all. Suddenly, a wave of emotions washed over her. She spent the entire night on the ship unconscious, hence she didn't experience much fright. But she knew that George must be worried sick about her. When they were walking under the sun, she found that the clothes he wore were the same as the previous day. The dark circles under his eyes were so obvious. She assumed that he had been up the entire night. She turned her head and said, "Please go and take a nap. I'll go and wash up first." "Let's take a shower
George went over to her and sat down beside her before he hugged her in his arms. He asked with a smile, "I love omelets. You are making me egg-xicted again." Sigrid knew exactly what he meant. He was trying to tweak his words and made them sound erotic. The fellow was trying to tease her. Seeing that she did not respond, George kissed her on the cheek. "Babe, thank you for all of this." Sigrid's face was flushed red when she heard him addressing her so intimately. She sat down awkwardly and said, "Stop fooling around! Dig in!" George raised his eyebrows. How was calling her 'babe' considered fooling around? He picked up the cutlery and started eating. Her cooking skills were exceptionally good. Although he enjoyed it much, he was reluctant to let Sigrid cook; it was too much work for her. Sigrid prepared a generous portion of omelet for him. Moreover, the omelet was unusually creamy too. George initially thought that she had only prepared t
What a perfect plan! If Sigrid's entire corpse was cremated, it would not leave behind any trace of her DNA. Loris' heart rate was gradually going up. As long as the next abduction was successful, Sigrid would disappear from this world instantly. Then Loris would not need to worry about her identity being discovered again in the future. She just had to make sure the next abduction was a success. Two days later, George sat in the study, listening to the police's investigation report and comparing it with his own findings. He found that he had more information than the police did, and this annoyed the hell out of him. Instead of suspecting Rebecca, the police focused on the ladies being sold off by the human trafficker. They had focused on a completely different point. At first, George suspected that it was Rebecca, but later he found that the Vincent family seemed to have no idea about the disappearance of Sigrid. After the wedding day, George had secretl
Besides, the people with power would have more advantages than those without. Most people with status and influence would have all the bargaining chips in their hands while ordinary netizens could only flatter those who had the upper hands. Most people whom Sigrid came into contact had some kind of status or money; Loris was one of them. If she really wanted to kill her... Sigrid suddenly felt as though a cold knife was on her neck. Sigrid touched her neck and said, "If I die, you are not allowed to marry again immediately. At the very least you have to wait for another three years before marrying another woman!" George patted her head and said, "Don't talk nonsense." "I'm serious!" Sigrid turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and closed the gap between them. "Do you want to get married immediately after my death?" "Even if I were to, I don't think I can find someone I love again." George kissed her and added, "She has to look better than you an
Rachel replied, "My agent said that after this event along with the release of my next movie, I may have my very first fan base. Although it might not be a lot, I still can't help feeling excited!" "Haha, his goal is for you not to make things difficult for him during the wedding." Sigrid tittered looking at the screen. "No problem! I will never make things difficult for you! Tell him to prepare a huge gift for me. I'll come up with the bridal games but if any of the bride or bridesmaids don't want to take part, they can just bribe me and I'll let them pass!" Sigrid responded "Ok!" Sigrid then added, "After the wedding, let's distribute the money among us!" "Never!" Rachel immediately replied. Sigrid was speechless. George read their entire conversation and felt that she was more adorable than usual. "Are you short of cash?" "Will anyone say no to money?" Sigrid turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. "Even if I can't spend all the money
She only remembered it when she went downstairs to have breakfast. The reason for saving him as 'Dummy George' on her phone was because she had used to think that he was a playboy who would sleep with just anyone. Back then, she hadn't known that George was in love with her. However, she was currently aware that he had actually been in love with her. Did that mean that the 'Dummy George' was no longer valid? After breakfast, George took Sigrid back to the study. They sat face to face with a desk between them. It was in contrast to how they were the previous day, when she sat on his lap. Apparently, they were about to have a serious conversation! Sigrid lowered her head and tried to shrink into her shadow. However, George was tapping on the desk rhythmically. It undeniably made her feel pressured. Sigrid pursed her lips. George looked terrifying when he acted that way. She was afraid that the longer she remained silent, the more furious he would get. And when