The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1646

Everyone in the van with Wendy thought she had lost her marbles. Despite their years spent as outlaws, none of them had gone batshit crazy like her.

Watching her in her frenzied state, the man at the wheel began to regret taking her money for this job. He wasn't afraid of death, but he wasn't about to throw his life away recklessly either. He had a crew to look after, lives that couldn't be gambled away on a whim.

Wendy was a complete madwoman.

Once her rage subsided, a sinister smile crept onto her face. "No fun in offing her right away..."

She said, chuckling darkly, as her gaze drifted to the traffic jam ahead. "Once the power's back and the traffic clears, bring her to me!"

—d2

Yasmine had always assumed Ava was out to kill her. The ideal outcome for Ava would be Yasmine dropping dead on the spot, leaving Ava free of any worries for good. But she never expected someone to leverage her, to provoke and pressure Chloe. Even less so, she couldn't fathom someone brazen enough to destroy a car door in broad daylight, not to kill her, but to take her away by force!

"Be good, or I'll blow his brains out!"

The man’s face twisted in sadistic pleasure, and he pressed a gun to Bryson's forehead, threatening Yasmine.

Yasmine's expression didn't waver; she remained impassive. "Do you think I can outmaneuver a bullet? Are you new to this or just inexperienced to threaten me with such words?"

The thug's face flushed a deep red at Yasmine's retort, pressing the gun harder against her temple. "One more word, and I swear I'll kill you."

Yasmine smirked, "My life is in your hands anyway, isn't it? If you think you can explain my death to your boss or your client, be my guest."

The thug was left speechless by Yasmine's insolence. He couldn't just kill her, of course! His boss had taken the client's money to bring this woman back alive. She wasn't to be killed, at least not yet. If killing her was the plan, he would've done so without all this fuss. Yasmine must've figured this out. Being seen as a non-threat by the person you were threatening was rather humiliating.

"Enough talk! Even if I don't take your life, it doesn't mean I can't take his! Be smart and come with me peacefully!"

Yasmine glanced at Bryson, who was at gunpoint and pursed her lips. "You will take me no matter I cooperate or not. Why waste words?"

At hearing her words, the thug retorted sarcastically, "You're smarter than I thought!"

"Don’t go with him!" Bryson, who understood Yasmine's intention, tried to stop her.

In response, the thug, apparently provoked, fired a shot at Bryson's leg. He staggered and fell to one knee as his left thigh took the bullet. The gunshot sent everyone around into a panic, their screams piercing the air.

That's when someone shouted, "The power's back! Call the cops. Let's get out of here!"

Hearing the commotion, the thug's expression changed. Knowing Yasmine couldn't run, he scooped her up and rushed back to the van before traffic started moving.

Upon seeing Wendy in the van, Yasmine's eyebrows furrowed.

Wendy, meeting Yasmine's gaze, wore a gleeful smile. "Hello, Ms. Yasmine!"

Yasmine's eyes narrowed, and a flash of cold fury in her eyes. "You're a fool, and you don't even know it."

Wendy's smile faded for a moment before returning, wider than before. "Well, Ms. Yasmine, wouldn't it be ironic if you and your daughter ended up dead at the hands of this fool? What would that make you?"