My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1820

However, Adrienne quickly brushed off this idea.

The murderer was not stupid. He clearly knew that she had not found any clues at present, therefore he would not be stupid enough to show up in front of her.

Then, who else could it be?

Could it be Albert?

Was it because she hadn't listened to him but chose to stay with Jefferson, hence he had to resort to such a low-level method?

It didn't seem likely.

Although Albert was upset with her, he didn't show it in front of Jefferson and Britney. That would mean that he still cared about looking civil on the surface. Thus, it was unlikely that he resorted to such stupid methods.

Then, who else could it be?

Could it be Jefferson?

Would it be him?

If it really were him, she would jump headfirst into any dangerous situation.

Thinking of this, Adrienne started to feel

calmer. She felt her head getting heavier and heavier as her eyelids drooped shut. She felt that once she closed her eyes, she wouldn't be able to open them again.

Adrienne pinched herself hard again, trying to keep herself awake with the pain.

At this time, she found that the driver was watching her from the rearview mirror in the car. She asked again, "If you don't want to kill me, why did you drug me? Besides, I am just a forensic doctor. I've never provoked anyone. Who would want to see me?"

Just when Adrienne thought that the driver would not answer her, the driver slowly opened his mouth and replied, "The higher-ups only told me not to kill you, but they didn't say I can't drug you. Plus, the person you're about to meet is not someone to be trifled with. If he goes into a rampage, it'll be easier to subdue you while unconscious."

The driver didn't take Adrienne seriously at all and he spoke very directly.

"Not to be trifled with? Is it Jefferson?" Adrienne did not want it to be Jefferson, but at the same time, she wished it was him. As long as there was news about him, even if it wasn't good news, that was better than not knowing where he was at all.

The driver added, "You'll know when you get

there."

"I will know when I get there..." Adrienne scoffed softly as her head became heavier and heavier. She pinched herself again, but it didn't work this time. She succumbed to the drug and plunged into darkness.

In the suburbs of Lowell City.

An abandoned car repair factory.

The factory was lit with broken lights and a few people were sitting around a small table drinking.

As they were drinking, one of the men in a white T-shirt impatiently smashed the bottle in his hand and yelled angrily, "That Jefferson is really a thief. He fell into our hands, yet it somehow ended with him capturing our men instead."

Another man in a black shirt, Troy, chimed in, "When that little girl with the blonde hair arrives, Jefferson will come quietly back to us. Believe it or not, he'll do whatever we ask him to."