The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 117

The car zoomed off. Vickie could only breathe and see with her mind. Her eyes were tied, making it difficult for her to see anything.

After about thirty minutes’ drive from where they picked her up, they led her with the blindfold into a room and forced her to sit on the ground. Her hand ached from the fall she had a few days ago.

“Get down,” the men howled at her.

“You slimy scum, do you think you are smart? They laughed and cackled. After a while, they took the blind from her eyes. She blinked a few times, trying so hard to understand why they were laughing and making fun of her. She stretched out her legs. She scanned the men one after the other before looking away. The hall was large and dark, with only a little light filtered out from the window.

“You think I do not know your plans?” The familiar croaky voice spoke from the just-opened door. Vickie raised her eyes to look at the chubby man proceeding from the door.

“You have her, right?” he asked his boys.

“Yes”. They chorused