Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 405

The circle around Lindsey broke up. Those who were hit were in pain and dodged to the side to avoid Lindsey. Lindsey saw the opportunity and quickly rushed out through the gap.

Her eyes were fixated on the door of the factory, which was not closed after they came in. As long as she got there, she would have a chance to escape.

Behind her, the man roared, "Stupid b*tch! Stop! Go after her, you fools!"

The sound of chaotic footsteps immediately followed closely behind her. Lindsey's heart tightened as she ran towards the door with all her strength.

However, God seemed to be against her. Lindsey saw the gap in the middle of the metal door and was delighted, but in the next second, she suddenly tripped.

She then lunged forward and fell hard on the ground.

‘It hurts!’

Lindsey reacted quickly and tried to get up immediately with the pain. Just as she straightened up, the sound of footsteps behind her came closer. A man grabbed Lindsey's shoulder from behind and kicked her at the back of her leg. It was so painful that she fell back down.

Then, her hair was yanked and the head of the group got close to Lindsey's face as he said, "Go on and run! Why did you stop?"

"B*tch, you dare to hit me!" As he said this, he raised his hand and was ready to slap Lindsey, but when he saw Lindsey's dusty yet still beautiful face, he rubbed his hands together and caressed her face. "Such a beautiful face...it's not good to ruin it like this."

Lindsey glared at him coldly. "You’ll die for this!"

The man's eyes suddenly widened. "Stupid b*tch! What the f*ck did you say?"

"You’ll die if you dare touch me." Lindsey looked at him. Her voice got colder and she swept a glance at the men around her. "None of you will be able to escape."

Her vibes were extraordinarily frightening for a while and the people present actually took a step back because of the look on her face.

"Hah!" The man in charge froze for a moment, then he looked at her with contempt. "So what if I touched you?"

Lindsey was kneeling on the ground and was grabbed by the hair, so she was forced to tilt back her head, but she still looked gloomy and cold. "Then you can wait for death."

"You dare to scare me?" The man was angered by Lindsey's words and was just about to say something when a somewhat frightened and uncertain voice came from behind him, "Boss, this woman really doesn't seem to be an ordinary person."

The boss glanced at him and ignored him. The man continued, "I think I've seen her on TV before. She’s the wife of Denarius’ President."

After the man finished his sentence, he gulped. In Atlantic City, the names “Zayn Guggenheim” and “Denarius” were probably more well-known than the mayor. After all, no one dared to mess with Zayn Guggenheim.

"Are you sure?" The boss was clearly moved by his words. He looked at Lindsey, then at the man with some doubt.

"I just saw her on TV back then. It's been a while, so I'm not really sure." The man scratched his head and looked hesitant. He looked quite different from the others.

"Don’t spout nonsense if you’re unsure. Boss, it’s one million dollars, and she’s such a beautiful woman. If we don’t f*ck her, it’ll be a waste. Why would the wife of Denarius’ President appear here anyway? She’s also too young, right?" The man who they called “Boss” did not speak yet. A man beside him who was gawking at Lindsey with lecherous eyes tried to persuade the Boss.

Lindsey closed her eyes. Her fingers tightened, and in the next second, she grabbed the stone and smashed it on the man's head without hesitation. "Get lost!"

It had only been a little more than an hour since Lindsey went missing. Zayn’s people had already found the van that took Lindsey and found that they went to an abandoned glass factory in the outskirts of the city.

When Zayn got the news, he was already on the road.

In the back seat, Dezi’s lips were tightly pressed together. Both father and son really looked alike.

The sky turned dark slowly and the scenery outside the window continued to recede. The worry, fear, and panic in Zayn’s heart was like a tidal wave that drowned him, but his face just looked extremely cold.

Soren's voice came from the other end of the call, "President, we’re not sure how many people are on the other side yet, so please don’t be impulsive."

Zayn did not say anything and hung up.

He was one step ahead of the others and went straight to the glass factory after they found the target. It would be a joke to ask Zayn to stop and wait for them now.

Who knew what would happen if he was just one minute behind?

His hand that was holding the steering wheel was trembling. Zayn inevitably thought of that night on the yacht in Germany. The landscape in front of him gradually blurred and turned blood-red.