Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 243

After the van went out from the main road in front of the mall and turned into a fork in the road, it started taking a more remote path.

Sieben was exhausted. No matter how fast she was, human strength was still no match for a car. In the end at the remote path, Sieben accidentally tripped over something. She ran out of strength, so she could not maintain her balance and fell hard to the ground.

The gravel scraped her palm and the familiar feeling of powerlessness came over her, gradually overlapping with memories from years ago.

She smashed down on the ground. When she raised her head, her gaze was attracted by the bicycle thrown not far away.

Sieben had always been used to relying on herself for everything. Even though her legs were about to break from running so much, she never thought of getting help from others.

This time, looking at the worn-out bicycle, Sieben did not even hesitate for a moment and quickly rode it to chase after the van.

When Soren heard that Lindsey went missing, his heart sank. The other party was obviously familiar with all the roads in Atlantic City and knew which areas had fewer surveillance cameras because they lost the van as well as Sieben.

As Soren considered this, he could not help but become suspicious again. What was Sieben’s ulterior motive?

He punched the steering wheel and the self-blame and anger in his heart reached its peak.

Without hesitation, Soren called Zayn.

It was late at night there, but Zayn answered Soren's call within seconds.

"What's wrong?" The man's voice was flat. The little bit of restlessness in Soren's heart was instantly suppressed.

Soren looked at the road as he clenched the steering wheel and drove towards the outskirts of the city. He said in a deep voice, "President, Young Madam is missing."

There was silence for a full three seconds, then an angry roar came through, "What the f*ck are you saying?"

Zayn knew Soren would not have spoken to him in this tone if he had a clue where Lindsey was. It was because he knew this that he felt an uncontrollable rage.

The anger and panic intertwined in his chest and Zayn almost crushed the phone in his hand.

Soren was silent for a long time and did not say anything to defend himself.

Zayn took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but it was useless. "Find her! Even if you have to turn the city upside down! Search the Wilford Residence. If you still can't find her, then capture Allie Wilford and Liam's fiancee!"

After hanging up the phone, Zayn's knuckles turned white. He dared not imagine what they would do to Lindsey if they kidnapped her like that. She was still pregnant.

A great sense of fear and regret overwhelmed Zayn. He should not have left her for such a frivolous reason. He should have kept watch over her. Why did he have to search for the truth? The truth was certainly not as important as Lindsey.

Zayn punched the desk made of solid wood so hard that it was almost self-mutilating. The heavy desk even cracked a little under his force.

There was a pile of documents on the desk that his secretary compiled on the season’s luxury collections from various big brands. He still had not selected Lindsey’s gift yet.

The worry in his heart almost destroyed him, but he forced himself to gather his emotions. His face returned to its usual unapproachable indifference, but his eyes had a trace of madness.

The two of them were so close that Soren could see her delicate, pale face that did not have any pores.

"I'm okay." Sieben could barely stand. "I’m just tired."

She licked her dry and cracked lips. Her legs could not stop trembling and she looked a little pitiful.

"The car...that van was parked outside the city at that river, about 5km westward. But I’m still one step behind. By the time I got there, the van was empty. Go search around there, but I think they’re probably still in the city..."

Sieben finished this sentence while panting and suddenly, she staggered. Soren got someone to take her down for a rest and accidentally met the girl's stubborn eyes. At that moment, all the impatience and suspicion in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"You..."

Soren wanted to say something but stopped. Sieben lifted her eyes tiredly and looked at him. She waved her hand and said, "I lost her, so I should be responsible. Oh right, that bike is probably broken. Can you help me pay for it? I got it from the third house on the left on Main Street."

He just pressed his lips and nodded in silence.

Sieben was blaming herself even though no one blamed her.

Complex emotions welled up under the eyes, but no one understood her. No one saw it because she turned and staggered away.

That day was unusually sunny, but the cold air was still harsh. Sieben was dressed lightly. From the back, she looked like a young girl, but she forced herself to walk upright to look more grown-up.