Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 109

Lindsey's heart stumbled as anxiety and fear surged through her heart.

There was a faint sound coming from outside.

"What's in the car?" It was a man's voice. It sounded like the traffic police.

Lindsey's heart leaped to her throat. This must have been planned and arranged by Jenny. That woman was truly wicked.

She knew the most important thing was to get out of here, and this was a good opportunity.

Lindsey tried to kick the car body with her bound feet, but they did not touch anything. Instead, her arms hurt.

She realized that her arms and feet were tied together with a rope so her legs could not be moved at all.

However, Lindsey did not give up. She clenched her fists and smashed them hard behind her. There was only a muffled sound in her ears which was directly covered by the voices outside.

“It’s nothing much. I’m going back home, so I brought my suitcase and some souvenirs for my parents.”

The man who spoke had a heavy accent.

"Open the trunk and let me see."

The man did not hesitate. Lindsey clearly heard the sound of the trunk opening, so her heart surged with hope, but the light she expected to see did not appear in front of her eyes.

In the next second, the trunk was closed again and the traffic police outside said, "Alright, you can go. Don’t travel so late next time."

Lindsey was in disbelief. She kept using her hands and head to knock against the car body, but for some reason, the sound was weak and it was completely covered up by the sound of the car engine starting up. No one heard her.

For the first time, Lindsey felt desperate.

Lindsey did not know what drugs the other party used on her that made her so weak. After struggling for a moment, her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

After searching all night, Quentin felt that the power of the Guggenheim family should not be underestimated.

Even so, they still could not find Lindsey.

Zayn even brought people to Shaun’s house and woke him up in the middle of the night while they upturned his place.

They had combed through the entire Atlantic City but Lindsey seemed to have evaporated into thin air. No one could find her.

Looking at the gloomy face of the person in front of him, even Quentin was a bit frightened.

"President, we still haven’t found the Young Madam. We’ve searched the airport, the train station, and the bus station, but we didn’t find any suspicious people. Young Madam and Ms. Lenig are very striking and can definitely be easily spotted in a crowd. We’ve also contacted the relevant departments to set up roadblocks throughout the city overnight, but there are still no leads."

With each sentence, the man in front of him turned more somber. In the end, even Quentin did not dare to face him directly.

They searched all night and Zayn did not get a wink of sleep.

At this time, Zayn leaned against the black car on the side of the road, the gloom on his face was indefinite.

After a long time, just when Quentin thought the man in front of him was about to turn into a statue, Zayn finally spoke, "Let’s go home."

No one dared to suggest otherwise and the group of people went back to the Guggenheim mansion.

Unexpectedly, the lights in the mansion were still on at this hour.

Even Zayn himself did not realize that his footsteps became faster.

When Zayn opened the door, he looked towards the light and saw Mrs. Wendy sitting in the living room. When Mrs. Wendy heard the commotion, she immediately stood up. "Young Master, you’re back! Have you found the Young Madam?"

As she said this, she peered behind Zayn.