The driver of the black car had now pulled to the side, giving way for Hannah to reverse past him.
Hannah didn’t want to be entangled with this man. The mountain road was dangerous, so she planned to go down first.
“Wait!” Bryson muttered when he saw the license plate of the black car, his eyes glinting with a cold smile.
“He’s going to try to stop you. Just pretend to stop.”
But Hannah kept reversing, too tensed to respond to Bryson.
When they reached the entrance of the round mountain road, the black car sped up and stopped in front of Hannah’s car.
Two men wearing black suits got out of the car and ambled briskly towards Hannah’s car. Their shoes tapped against the tarred floor in precise uniformity. When they reached the car, they rapped their knuckles against the window.
Hannah flung a glance at Bryson.
Bryson smiled calmly at her, unfastened his seat belt, and stepped out of the car unhurriedly.
“My master wants to see you,” one of the men said, holding handcuffs.
Hannah was already outside. As she joined Bryson on the other side of the car, both their eyes locked, and Bryson winked at her. Just then, another man pinned her down by the shoulder.
“Miss, please cooperate with me,” he said, his voice calm but fierce.
The men soon shoved Hannah and Bryson into the back seat of the black car.
They sat side by side, handcuffed and blindfolded.
“I shouldn’t have let you into my car at all!” Hannah mumbled and leaned against the cold window.
Bryson was sitting up, legs crossed casually as if nothing was wrong.
“And so what?”
“If I hadn’t let you into my car, would I be handcuffed here?”
Hannah bawled, and Bryson bawled back at her. And soon, they were quarreling with each other.
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One of the men in black suits, sitting in the passenger seat just in front, turned to look at them once in a while. He shook his head with contemptuous pity for these two.
Didn’t they say the man in handcuffs was the CEO of the Mitchell Group? See how he now looked weak, quarreling with a woman.
Suddenly, Hannah hit Bryson’s shoulder with her shoulder and said, “It’s all your fault! They came for you. But now, you’ve dragged me into your mess!”
Turning to glare at them, the man in the passenger seat barked, “Be quiet! We only want to take this gentleman back. We’ll let you go if you remain a good girl.”
“Then let me go now! Why do you have to wait till later?” Hannah shouted, thrusting out her handcuffed fists in rage.