loved Xander Lennox for seven years. When I was kidnapped, Xander, however, did not pay the ransom, only because his female secretary suggested to him to take this opportunity to teach me a lesson.
Lendured hellish torment. Finally, I learned to stay away from Xander, but he cried and begged me for another cliance.
The day I walked barefoot into the city, I made it to the news.
The Lennox family’s adopted daughter, who had been kidnapped for several months, came back in a sorry state. She was wearing tattered clothes, dirty and smelly, with bare feet covered in bruises. She escaped in a disheveled manner, resembling a dog.
I watched as the media’s flashlights were directed towards me, capturing every moment in a race against time. But my heart had long turned into still water, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.
The former Catherine Stewart died, the glamorous, innocent, and lively Catherine died, it was the kidnappers, as well as Xander, who destroyed her.
Soon, a group of bodyguards dressed in black suits opened a path through the crowded crowd. The captain of the group was named Owen Campbell, whom I knew. Throughout the seven years that I was entangled with Xander, it was always him who escorted me out of Xander’s office and private apartment.
It was said to please, but it was actually similar to dragging, because I persisted relentlessly, and Xander was extremely fed up.
“Ms. Stewart, the gentleman is waiting for you in the car, please follow me.”
When Owen’s gaze fell on me, there was a moment of surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to look like this.
I nodded and took a step with my injured foot, leaving behind a trail of bloodstained footprints on the road. The pain receptors in my nerves had long been numbed, and compared to my escape journey, this short distance was insignificant
Owen walked behind me and couldn’t help but call out, “Ms. Stewart…”
I didn’t answer him, do you pity me? Actually, he should be grateful. After this lesson, I will never bother Xander again and won’t cause any additional
trouble for his work.
After getting on the car, I saw Xander sitting on the seat with his eyes closed, his finely groomed black hair, and his exquisite three–dimensional facial features, perfect to the point of being impeccable.
Yeah, during the time I was gone, he must have felt an unprecedented peace and relaxation. His overall state was beyond words.
