All Chapters of Yearning for Her Return : Chapter 781 - Chapter 790

"That's not the case," the driver explained in a collected manner. It was much slower compared to how fast he drove. One couldn't imagine he was a kidnapper. "We've had many clients from previous jobs who behaved calmly like you at the start. We also used a somewhat softer approach with them. Yet, they still quarreled with us halfway through the drive. That forced us to resort to unnecessary measures. In telling you all that, I'm hoping that you, Ms. Johnson, will cooperate with us."Rebecca snorted, then shut her eyes and leaned against the backseat.They had kidnapped her in the middle of the night, blindfolded her, and sped down the road. Despite all that, she found herself falling asleep in no time. She was even a little hazy from waking up when her kidnappers led her outside after parking the car.Rebecca couldn't see the road ahead and could only discern her environment through her senses. She heard the wind blowing against trees that rustled. They sounded close to where she

Nate nudged his glasses higher up his nose. "I tried contacting him, but he still hasn't responded."He didn't have David's contact number, so he clearly couldn't send him a message on WhatsApp. So, he resorted to a dumber contact method. Nate emailed David. That ensured David could definitely receive his message.It was a work email listed on the Winston Group's website. Someone would look through and deal with the incoming emails, even if they were spam. That was why it was a dumber method.Daniel, who got ignored by Nate and Caleb, suddenly spoke up. "David's not in the country for now. If it really turns out to be the person David offended—"He paused but didn't continue. Instead, he fished out his phone. "I'll try contacting him."Daniel and his biologically related older brother had become enemies. Yet, he had still exchanged contact numbers when bumping into Darren at the hospital. It was unclear if there was a psychological term to describe Daniel's situation, but he was

There was a small wooden house by the sea at Fairport.Rebecca had been sitting in this leaky place all night.She drifted in and out for a while, but she couldn't hold it any longer. Even though she was tied up, she couldn't bear to sit like this at midnight.Although she slept, she was conscious. After all, the leaky wooden house was too cold at night. Even if she felt sleepy and almost unconscious, she would still get forced to wake up by the cold.She could only be grateful that she was in a relatively southerly location. She wouldn't freeze to death at night.She was blindfolded, and her arms were already numb from being tied behind her back. Her feet were so cold that she lost all feeling in them. She could only thank the two kidnappers for not tying her up too tightly. She could move her ankles within an appropriate range to make her feel like she was still in the world.She didn't know how much time had passed.At first, she counted the lapping waves. But later, she beca

After Darren gave the order, the bodyguards in black came toward Rebecca.The chains binding her hands and feet were removed, and she was soon shackled again by new ones.She tried to struggle, but they were much stronger than she was. After all, a woman's strength could not compare to theirs. She was also dealing with multiple opponents. Her struggle was equivalent to scratching an itch.Within three minutes, her hands were tied behind her back again.Seeing that she was struggling, a bodyguard glanced at Darren and then kicked her knee.After being locked up for a night, her hands and feet were so numb that she could barely stand. She was kicked to the ground and fell to her knees.She was in so much pain that she couldn't recover for a long time. When her consciousness gradually came back, the bodyguards dragged her to him.His walking stick was on the ground. It was half stained with dirt and looked worn."Do you have anything else to say?"His majestic voice came from abo

As the conversation concluded, the two bodyguards handed Rebecca over to Beardo and briskly walked away without a backward glance. The sea breeze blew strongly, and Rebecca couldn't help but think she must have appeared as disheveled as a beggar on the streets of Seardale. She was led to a corner of the deck by Beardo. Her hands were chained and locked to the railing as if she were a piece of cargo brought onto the ferry. This was a precautionary measure to prevent any escape attempts from her. Gazing at the azure ocean, she listened to the buzzing cacophony around her. Unable to withstand the unpleasant scent of diesel fuel, she eventually succumbed and vomited. Having gone through the night without much food and an empty stomach, she expelled only bile. A passerby noticed and loudly berated her while delivering a swift kick to her stomach. In an unfamiliar accent, he scolded her for sullying the area. She was curled up in the corner. Rebecca's head throbbed intensely, and