Captive Hearts: The Tycoon's Ugly Bride novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 Where's Louis? 

Blanche dashed toward the backyard of the restaurant, but there was no place to hide in the open space. 

She clenched her fists and ran toward the large, locked iron door, which was her only way out. 

"Ha, do you think you can run away? Go get him!" 

She didn't waste a moment and scrambled up, trying to grab the top of the iron door. But before she could reach it, she was yanked down by a strong force from behind. 

"D*mn! It's impressive of you to run despite the effects of the drug. That's sick, Mr. Herbart." 

Blanche covered her head and crouched on the ground, hoping to buy time for Louis by not revealing her face. 

"Something is wrong. Louis is robust, while this person is petite, like a woman," someone voiced his doubt. 

"A woman?" 

The next moment, Blanche was lifted by a pair of thick hands on her chin. Her hat fell off, and her face was exposed. 

She winced in pain, her face pale and twisted. 

"D*mn! It's really a woman. We've been fooled." 

"We can't go back empty-handed." One of the men panicked. By that time, Louis might have escaped. 

"Hmph! This little b*tch must know where Louis is. We just need to get it out of her." He pinched Blanche's chin heavily and looked down to find that the suit and leather shoes she was wearing belonged to Louis. 

"Who... is Louis? I don't know him. You've got the wrong person," Blanche trembled, pretending to be clueless. 

"Don't play dumb. Do you think we're blind? The clothes you're wearing are his. Tell us, where is Louis hiding?" 

In a fit of pique, the man pressed her face against the rough wall. 

Blanche felt that her skin had been worn off. 

"This is a mistake. I found the clothes in the trash can. I don't know who they belong to," she said. 

"Get her up. I'll ask her myself," a raspy voice said. 

The man released his grip on Blanche's head, but he turned to grab her wrist and dragged her forward. 

Blanche felt like she was a lamb to the slaughter, and her heart was pounding wildly. 

She was forced to her knees, and the fabric of her pants rubbed and tore against the rough ground. The skin on her knees broke, and she clenched her teeth. The kneeling position was too humiliating, and she tried to stand up. But before she could, she was knocked down once again. 

"Bitch, stop moving," the man growled. 

Blanche dared not stand up again, and she covered her painful cheek.