Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 Lost in the Mountains 

I scrunched my brow and looked back. Sure enough, a black van was tailing us. 

Charles zigzagged through the streets, but the van clung to us like a shadow. At first, I thought it might be a police car, but then I realized they had no reason to trail me. 

“How long has that car been behind us?” I asked, as Charles had been making turns for a while 

now. 

Gripping the wheel tightly, Charles said, “It has been on us since we left the Youngs. Since we left the Youngs? 

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With that decision made, I said, “Let us not worry about it. We should head straight to the police station.” They would not dare do anything right outside the station. 

Charles nodded, hit the gas, and steered us toward the police station. 

Out of nowhere, a truck barreled across the road right.in front of us. I was so scared that I could not help but yell, “Look out!” 

The screech of the brakes was ear–splitting, and then a massive jolt rocked us. The car behind was not ready for it and slammed into the back of Charles’s car. 

Fortunately for us, the Youngs‘ cars were top–notch, with brakes that responded in a flash. Even though the car was pushed a bit by the force, Charles managed to stop it. 

The crash was so intense that we did not have time to brace ourselves, and our heads snapped. forward. My mind was buzzing, and it took a few seconds to clear my head. When I looked at Charles, I saw the airbag had popped out, and he had a gash on his forehead. He was wedged in his seat, looking dazed. 

“Charles!” I tried to get his attention, reaching out to shake him. 

A shadow loomed at the driver’s window before I could react, and with a loud crash, the glass shattered. 

I caught a glimpse of someone reaching for the door handle, and before I knew it, it was too late to stop them. 

With a snap, the car door next to me flew open, and there stood two guys with masks and caps. They gave me a quick once–over, then, deciding I was their target, yanked me out of the car. 

“What do you want? Mmmph…” My question was cut short as a hand clamped over my mouth, and I was hauled into a black van. 

The back of the van was stripped bare of seats. I was tossed in, and the two men jumped in after me, locking the doors and peeling out. 

Did they come for me? 

I was being kidnapped! 

The sentence echoed in my head as I scrunched my brows, trying to figure out who would want to kidnap me. 

The car was tearing down the road, and before I knew it, I was dumped in the middle of 

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nowhere. The two guys who had been with me in the car suddenly bailed, and I was left expecting the worst–like being dragged into some creepy, abandoned factory or a rundown house for a round of torture.