"Help!" Valerie screamed in an attempt to escape from the man beside her. But overwhelmed by panic, the woman couldn't even unfasten the seatbelt on her body. She was getting more and more panicked, as her face was deathly pale, and her hands were shaking and sweating. Noah raised both hands. "Cal
"No," Noah answered firmly. "I told you everything honestly in the car earlier." Valerie shook her head softly, still reluctant to believe Noah. Noah ignored the woman, walking into the kitchen to get some water. Valerie, still unsatisfied with Noah's answer, got up from the chair and hobbled after
Valerie's feelings were now confused. She didn't know how and where to tell her personal family problems to a stranger she had just met. But she also felt that the man who had saved her should know the reason why her cousin had kidnapped her. "My cousin wants to take what is mine." After a moment's
"Oh." Valerie nodded her head, approaching Noah with hobbling steps. The woman took a seat in a different chair from Noah. She shook a hand at her knee, which was getting hot and sore despite the treatment given by the waitress. Valerie exhaled while leaning against the back of the sofa. "You don'
Valerie immediately hung up the phone call from her uncle. She turned off the cell phone so no one would contact her again. For now, she didn't want to have anything to do with anyone, let alone any of her family members. Valerie exhaled, putting her cell phone back into her small bag. She knew her
Valerie shook her head, feeling warm water pouring out of her eyes. Now, her head was filled with suspicion of Noah. She regretted that she had trusted the stranger she had just met and that it was her cousin's group. However, that thought changed when the door to her room was broken from outside a
Noah beat them mercilessly. Although some of them begged for mercy and asked to be released, none of their requests were granted, and all of them could not escape the beatings that left their faces a complete mess with thick, fresh red liquid oozing from their temples, noses, and the corners of thei
Valerie had arrived at her home. Robert Charlton, her uncle who had been trying to contact her since yesterday, walked up to Valerie with an angry look on his face. "Where have you been? What were you doing all day yesterday? Why did you turn off your cell phone?" The middle-aged man with partially