Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 897

A familiar face came into her sight.

Her skin was fair, and her face was beautiful and delicate, but now, she looked much more embarrassed than she was when they first met. She had dark circles under her eyes, and even her hair looked messy.

Monica.

How could it be her?

The moment she saw Monica, Minerva was shocked. A look of incomprehension appeared in her beautiful eyes. Shouldn't that bunch of people be Jarold's? But why did she see Monica here?

Under her gaze, Monica gradually revealed a strange smile as she quietly looked at her.

She asked, "You're curious about why it's me, isn't it?"

Minerva pursed her lips and did not reply. The back of her neck hurt, and her hands and feet that were tied up were also in pain. Luckily, however, her stomach did not have any unusual feelings.

Seeing Monica in front of her, she didn't know if she would do something crazy at any time.

"It's me who asked someone to kidnap you here.

This is my place. With the power of the Dormer family, it's very easy for me to kidnap you."

Minerva's eyes quickly glanced the surroundings.

It was similar to that of hotels. However, compared to hotels, it was much more shabby. Minerva had stayed in a hotel like this before when she had been a secretary.

The price was very low. Basically, there was only a bed, a table, and a simple bathroom.

Monica had brought her here and she thought back to what happened when she went back to the Dormer family. Minerva quickly made up her mind.

"And then?"

Minerva asked her.

When Monica heard this, she squinted her eyes and stared at her. "Aren't you afraid?"

Minerva didn't know how to respond.

"Waking up here, you're the one with your hands and feet tied up. Aren't you afraid? Shouldn't you be panicking and crying? Why does it seem like you're not afraid? Why don't you shout? Why don't you call Maddox to save you?"

"You kidnapped me here just for this?" Minerva frowned.

Monica sneered. "Of course not."

She stood up and walked towards her. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed hold of Minerva's chin. She felt a pain in her chin and frowned subconsciously, but she did not make a sound.

When Monica saw this, the force she used to pinch Minerva's chin increased. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, and a few more marks appeared on her fair chin.

As if she could find pleasure in this way, joy surfaced in Monica's eyes. She asked proudly, "Does it hurt a lot? Beg me!"

Minerva remained silent.

It was indeed painful, but she would never beg such a person.