My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 427

"Mr. Flint..." called Zach, raising his hand. He tried to stop Julien, but he couldn't. He could only watch Julien's car speed away and finally disappear.

Zach put his hand down helplessly and turned to Erika, "Mr. Flint should be going after the van."

"Great." Erika nodded repeatedly and sighed in relief. She wiped her tears and stopped crying.

Erika believed that with Julien's help, everything could be solved.

"Erika, why are you lying on the ground?" Zach then noticed that Erika had been lying on the ground since he came and that she was in such a weird position.

Erika rubbed her waist and had a wry smile, "I tried to pull Ms. Raines out when she got caught into the van, but I got pushed to the ground and twisted my waist. I couldn't get up on my own."

"What?" Zach’s voice rose in shock.

'No wonder Erika was lying on the ground. She was injured and got hurt badly!'

"I have to get you to the hospital." Then Zach walked up to Erika and carried her up in his arms. He ran quickly to the Prima Hospital.

Soon, they arrived at the hospital. Erika was taken to the orthopedic department for a CT scan.

As Zach waited outside the CT room, he took out his cell phone and dialed Julien's number.

Julien's grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles went pale. His dark eyes were fixed on the intersection ahead. The air around him froze.

He was at an intersection, and he didn't know which way to drive because he didn't see which way the van with Sydney had taken!

"Damn it!" Julien clenched his fist and pounded the steering wheel hard, the look in his eyes frightening.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

Julien took a deep breath to calm himself down, and then he pulled over to the side of the road. Then he took out his phone, glanced at it, and answered, "What?"

"Mr. Flint, I've called the police. The police are searching through all the surveillance on the roads throughout the city. They should find the van soon." Zach reported in haste.

Julien's face eased up a bit at Zach's words, "Good. Once the police find a trace of the van, send it to me immediately."

"Okay." Zach nodded his head.

Julien squeezed his phone tightly and added, "Send a group of men to me. When the van's trail is found, I'm going to rescue Sydney immediately."

Erika said that it was two strong men who took Sydney away and that the two men were just bodyguards. The real kidnapper was the boss of the two men. He might have more bodyguards.

In case there were more of them and in order to get Sydney out of there soon, Julien needed hands.

"Yes.” Zach responded.

Julien put his phone down and sat in the car, waiting. He forced himself to calm down and be patient as he waited for the results of the police and the arrival of his bodyguards.

There was nothing he could do but wait.

Apart from that, he could only pray that Sydney would be okay.

Julien lowered his eyes to hide the color in them. His fingers kept tapping on the steering wheel without rhythm, which gave his anxiety away.

He wondered who had taken Sydney.

'Is it Brandon? Or is it the person who caused his car accident?’

Julien's eyes narrowed.

Both of them were possible, but Brandon was more likely because Brandon hated Sydney. And considering the recent events, Brandon had a reason to take revenge on Sydney.

Her eyesight had recovered more. In the morning, she could only see a person's body figure. But now she could see more in a blur. It was like she was highly nearsighted without her glasses.

Now she could see the man with long hair standing outside the van door, and he looked like a woman.

But she still couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Sydney understood that this man was Fourth Young Master, as the two bodyguards called him.

She did not have the slightest impression of this man. She had never seen him before.

"Oooooooh!" Sydney's eyes widened. Her body moved. She made a sound out of her mouth, trying to say something.

Burton curled his mouth grimly. Then he waved his hand and ordered, "Take the tape off her mouth." "Yes." A bodyguard answered. Then he got in the van, grabbed Sydney by the collar, and pulled Sydney's upper body up from the seat. Then he ripped the tape off her mouth.

After that, the bodyguard pushed Sydney hard against the seat back.

Sydney’s back hit the hard backrest. She frowned and let out a groan of pain. Her clothes and hair were in a mess.

Around her mouth, the bodyguard ripped the tape so violently that it left a ring of red marks there, and it was particularly painful.

But Sydney didn't pay much attention to it. She struggled to sit up straight and stared at the man outside the van door. In a shaky voice, she asked, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you can help me to get what I want." Burton let out a low smirk.

At the man's smirk, Sydney's body involuntarily tensed up. Her scalp went numb because the sound of a smirk was so terrible, malicious, and frightening.

"What do you want..." Sydney took a deep breath to try to calm herself and asked again, "If I'm not mistaken, I don't know you. I've never met you before. I don’t think I can help you achieve anything."

"Yes, you can!" The man leaned in and approached her, his voice lowered and huskier, "You are the woman Caybel Bennet cares about the most!"

"Who's Caybel Bennet?" Sydney frowned.