Love in the Limelight novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

But Sandra had barely taken a few steps when her clothes were firmly grabbed by Astrid. “You’re lying! If you guys had snapped photos of me and my child, doesn’t that mean you can squeeze more money out of me? I don’t believe that you would only take a few maternity shots and leave! Sandra, where is my child? If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll kill you.” As she said this, Astrid’s hand tightened around Sandra’s neck. Terrified, Sandra turned pale “Astrid, if you kill me, you’ll end up in jail!”

“Jail? Out here in the middle of nowhere, no cameras, no witnesses, if I kill you and dump you in the nearby river the police won’t find any clues. They’ll assume you’ve met with an accident. What’s that got to do with me? Astrid hissed into Sandra’s ear, her voice as chilling as a whisper from hell, causing Sandra to go pale with fear.

“Your baby’s dead” Your baby’s dead! Sandra subdenly screamed.

Astrid s grip faltered, and Sandra seized the opportunity to break free and run. She glanced back at the ashen–faced Astrid, feeling a surge of triumph,

Astrid felt a chill run through her, her lips quivering “You’re lying to me.”

“Why would he to you? On that night three and a half years ago, around eleven or so in the evening. I saw a man dressed in black with a hood and mask carrying a baby running out. Then you chased after him, yelling that your baby had been stolen! Think about it, if the baby was okay, why didn’t he cry in such heavy rain? As Sandra said this, Astrid’s heart clenched.

She had never told anyone that her baby had been stolen. Sandra was able to describe the time and place so clearly, so Sandra must have witnessed everything…

Astrid looked at Sandra, her eyes reddening. “You didn’t see his…body. Just because he didn’t cry, doesn’t mean..doesn’t mean he’s dead.”

Actually Sandra knew the baby wasn’t dead. The baby had indeed been quiet at first, but had started to whimper when being put into the car.

She had seen the man in black put the baby into a luxury car.

She didn’t know much about cars, but Vernon, being a car enthusiast who often read various car magazines at home, had told her that the limited edition Rolls–Royce the baby was put into was worth at least a

billion.

She didn’t know what the people in the car had to do with the baby, but she couldn’t let Astrid find the baby. Because…she couldn’t give Astrid any leverage over her.

After some thought, Sandra put on a serious face and lied, “The baby is dead, I’m sure of it! I saw the man throw the baby harshly on the ground, but the baby didn’t make any sound!”

On hearing this, Astrid almost fainted.

Her baby had a loud cry when He was born, and was a crybaby. Gracle had once joked that he would definitely grow up to be a tenor. How could he possibly not make a sound when he was thrown? Looking at the distraught Astrid, Sandra scoffed, reached out to take her phone.

“Trying to use the photos to threaten me? You don’t stand a chance!” Astrid sneered, bent down to pick up a stone from a nearby flower bed, and smashed Sandra’s phone to pieces in a few strikes. Sandra stared in disbelief at her shattered phone, babbling, “Astrid…you, you, you…

Despite the scorching sun, Astrid felt cold, her steps heavy, and walking was difficult.