Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 112

"Hand her over." Zayn did not want to continue with the nonsense. He just wanted to find that woman as soon as possible and bring her home to punish her severely.

"Oh, but there are two of them. Which one are you referring to?" Creed suddenly smiled, with a sinister glint in his eyes.

Zayn waved his hand to signal his people to retreat. His face was expressionless as he said, "Both."

"Mr. Guggenheim, you’re so greedy. You even want to keep two partners? Bring them out!"

At this time, a few people rushed into the quiet cabin. They untied the rope on Lindsey and Jenny, then dragged the two of them out.

Before they left the room, Jenny sneered and glared at Lindsey. The scheming look in her eyes gave Lindsey an ominous feeling.

Once they got out, Lindsey stood on the deck and saw a large group of people in front of her, but she could still spot Zayn at a glance.

Even in the crowd, the man was so outstanding. His towering posture and the cold aura emanating from his body gave him a godly appearance that made him look invincible.

Unfortunately, before Lindsey had time to rejoice, she heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from the side. "Since you’re in my territory, you must follow my rules. I’ll give you a choice. You can only take one of the two."

Lindsey's face turned white all of a sudden. She looked at Zayn who was not far away and felt a chill.

Zayn could feel Lindsey’s gaze and wanted to see how Lindsey was doing, but when he thought of what she said in the recording earlier, his eyes turned dull. In the end, his gaze stopped in front of Jenny, who was crying as she looked at him imploringly.

Creed followed Zayn’s line of sight and laughed. "It seems you’ve chosen?"

After he said that, he gestured to the man behind Jenny to take the cloth out of her mouth.

"Zayn! I'm so scared! Please save me..." Jenny cried out. Her voice sounded meek and feeble, which could evoke the compassion of any man.

As expected, Jenny was the only one in Zayn’s sight.

Lindsey’s heart felt like it was being thrown into a dark abyss.

His answer was obvious.

Her hands that were tied behind her back tightened and the pain she felt all over her body seemed to be less pronounced. All that she felt was a heart-rending pain in her chest, which was so painful that she could not breathe.

However, she still held onto a sliver of hope in her heart. ‘Zayn still hasn’t spoken, right?’

From the corner of his eyes, Zayn paid attention to Lindsey's reaction, but he saw her standing there motionless without even a trace of sadness on her cold face.

The recording sounded in his ears again. That cruel voice shattered his self-confidence and left a foolish mess of him.

Creed's voice sounded again, "Mr. Guggenheim, have you chosen?"

He thought that this was his turf and no matter how young and reckless Zayn might be, Zayn would not dare to outrightly mess with him. That was why he forced Zayn to make a choice. There was even a faint smugness on Creed’s face at the time because as a man himself, he knew that whatever choice Zayn made, it would still be a fatal blow to him. How could this not make Creed happy?

Creed never even thought of another possibility. How could a person like Zayn just play along?