Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 110

"President..." Quentin wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by an angry roar from the man in front of him, "Get out!"

Quentin silently retreated while signaling for the group of people behind him to follow suit.

There were no other people around, but Zayn’s fists remained clenched and he did not feel any better.

It felt like he thought that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, but her words yanked the happiness he felt back into infernal hell.

After a long time, Zayn reached out and took out the piece of paper that was placed in the box.

His fingertips were trembling.

There was one sentence written on it, “What a good show!”

‘Good show? Ha!’ Zayn sneered.

This was the first time someone dared to play him for a fool.

No, it might not be the first time. What else did Lindsey Juhl dared not do?

It was impossible to say which emotion was stronger. Zayn only wanted to kill the perpetrator and Lindsey Juhl.

When Zayn stood in front of the crowd again, he returned to his frigid look, as if the momentary outburst of despair and anger was just an illusion.

However this time, Quentin could not even guess what Zayn’s thoughts were.

"Surveillance recording." Zayn's voice was so thunderous that it was like a stormy day with layers of dark clouds accumulating.

Quentin hurriedly put the laptop in his hand in front of Zayn.

The person who delivered the package was a tall, thin man wearing black clothes.

An hour later, the man who appeared in the surveillance video was kneeling in front of Zayn.

"Mr. Guggenheim, please spare me! Have mercy! I really don’t know who the other party is. He just gave me this package and told me to put it into the Guggenheim mansion’s mailbox, then he’ll give me $50,000. I didn't think much about it then and only did it for the money. I beg you, Mr. Guggenheim! Please spare me!"

Quentin looked at the man's bloodied hands that were limp on the ground and had him dragged away without the slightest sympathy in his heart.

As the day dawned, they were about to follow the leads to continue the search when an angry voice came from the front door.

"Zayn Guggenheim! Look at the sh*t you've done!"

The Old Master had returned.

Zayn sat there stiffly and did not react in the slightest to the old man's rage.

"How could Lindsey go missing?! Don't you know how to get someone to watch over that other woman?" The old man walked in front of Zayn in big strides and raised his cane to point at Zayn angrily.

Mrs. Wendy was desperately trying to get Zayn to do something, but the person in question acted as if he was not the one being scolded and did not even raise his eyelids.

The old man was even more infuriated seeing Zayn’s attitude and slammed the cane in his hand on Zayn.

No one knew how much strength he used, but the cane broke and the broken half fell to the ground with a clang.

Zayn's body swayed before he slowly raised his head. His eyes were dark without a trace of warmth.

"She doesn't deserve it." The voice that spoke was surprisingly hoarse.

‘She doesn't deserve the effort I've gone through to find her. She doesn't deserve the energy I've wasted on her. She doesn't deserve to stay by my side…’

Zayn was clearly referring to Lindsey, but the old man obviously misunderstood him.

After all, Grandpa Guggenheim was already old. When he heard the news of Lindsey’s disappearance, he almost could not stand upright. At the moment, he was so anxious and had used all his strength to hit Zayn, so his breathing became more labored.

Mrs. Wendy hurriedly went forward to help the old man catch his breath. After the old man caught his breath, he glared at Zayn and said, "Get Soren to come back now! I don’t care what it takes. We must find her!"

Then where did Jenny go?

Rather than speculating where Jenny was, Lindsey was more inclined to believe that her abduction was planned by that woman.

Suddenly, the silence outside was broken and Lindsey could hear the sound of approaching footsteps and voices.

Her heart leaped to her throat. It would be a lie to say that she was not afraid. Lindsey had her fair share of suffering throughout her life, but this was her first time being kidnapped, so she was terrified.

As the sound outside became clearer, Lindsey's heartbeat became faster.

There was a clanking sound of locks and chains and the next thing she knew, the heavy door was pushed open.

The light outside was much brighter than inside. Lindsey squinted her eyes uncomfortably and only then did she see two people walking with their faces away from the light.

It was a man and a woman.

When Lindsey’s eyes were fully adjusted, the fear in her heart abruptly faded.

As if to confirm Lindsey's suspicions, the person who came was none other than Jenny Lenig, and the man standing next to her looked a bit familiar when Lindsey scrutinized him.

Jenny walked in front of Lindsey and looked down at her. “You’re awake!”

Lindsey stared at her coldly.

"Don't look at me like that!" Jenny pinched Lindsey’s face and said, "Lindsey Juhl, you're just a dog raised by the Juhls to trade for money, you cheap wh*re! Now that you're in my hands, shouldn't you be on your knees begging for mercy? Why are you staring at me like this?"

Jenny looked like she had lost her wits as she pulled the man next to her over. "Gouge her eyes out now!"

Seeing Jenny in this state made Lindsey nervous. She was really afraid that Jenny would gouge out her eyes.

However, the man next to Jenny was not prepared to do so. The man had a bloated face as he stared hatefully at Lindsey. "If we gouge her eyes out, she won’t fetch a good price. Creed said that this woman is pretty and has a good figure. She’s rare goods, so don’t act rashly."