Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 111

Jenny Lenig calmed down when she heard the name "Creed", but the way she looked at Lindsey was still full of malice like she wanted to eat her alive.

Lindsey finally understood their purpose, but who was Creed?

She felt a strong premonition in her heart and knew that this was no joke.

Moreover, they were on a boat at the moment. The swaying hull and the strong fishy smell almost made her vomit. She began to struggle violently and whimpered, trying to get Jenny to ungag herself.

Jenny looked like she finally saw the result she wanted and curled her lips up in a smile.

"Look, the marks you left on my face from your slap still haven't faded yet." Jenny suddenly approached Lindsey. There were still a few red marks vaguely visible on her face.

After that, Jenny lifted her arm. Lindsey was wary of Jenny’s actions and intuitively tried to retreat.

However, she was tied up and had no strength, so how could she avoid it?

Jenny probably found this game of cat and mouse interesting as her fingers stopped right in front of Lindsey's eyes. Lindsey was caught off guard when Jenny took the cloth out of her mouth.

"Come on, beg me." Jenny looked at Lindsey and added, "If you beg me, I might even let you go."

"Spat!"

Lindsey did not hesitate to spit on that beautiful face.

"You b*tch!" Jenny was enraged and did not even bother to wipe her face before she raised her long slender palm to slap Lindsey hard on the face.

A metallic taste filled Lindsey’s mouth. Compared to the pain she felt all over her body, this minor pain on her face seemed less intense.

Jenny wiped her face and looked at Lindsey. “Getting slapped feels pretty good, huh?”

Lindsey swallowed the blood in her mouth and smirked as she said, "Definitely not as satisfying as when I slapped you."

She was picking at Jenny’s wounds, so how could Jenny let her go?

As she saw that she was about to get slapped a second time, Lindsey did not dodge and glared straight at Jenny. She did not look one bit like a captive.

However, this slap was blocked by someone.

"Stop hitting her face. If you disfigured her, we can’t explain this to Creed, then we’ll all be done for."

Jenny stopped her hands, but her rage did not dissipate, so she kicked Lindsey a few times.

Lindsey endured it. She did not have the strength to fight back, but she did not even let out a grunt.

After Jenny was almost done venting her anger, she looked at Lindsey and said, “I’ll let you be smug right now. Soon, you’ll be f*cked by any man and you won’t even have the right to kneel in front of me!”

Lindsey shrunk to the ground in pain and she could barely open her eyes, but she started to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Jenny felt a little nervous hearing Lindsey’s laugh. After yesterday's incident, she was a little scared of Lindsey deep down in her heart.

"I'm laughing at you, Jenny Lenig." Lindsey glared at the two people in front of her and continued, "You'd better kill me, else I’ll make your lives a living hell as long as I’m still alive!"

Her voice was so cold that Jenny felt the chills down her spine and could not help but shudder.

"Do you think you can still come back after falling into Creed’s hands? You’ll never get the chance to come back!" Jenny was unsure if she was trying to scare Lindsey or trying to console herself, but she was not as bold as before.

Looking at the bruises and marks on Lindsey's body, the smile in Jenny's eyes grew bigger as her mouth was gagged and she could not laugh.

The chaos outside lasted for a few minutes and suddenly quieted down.

On the white deck, a man in a black suit looked like a greek god gracing earth.

He had dark circles under his eyes and some stubble on his chin, but he did not look haggard. With the expression on his face, he looked somewhat bloodthirsty.

Standing opposite him was a middle-aged man in an unbuttoned suit that did not look his age.

"Mr. Guggenheim, you sent people to block my ship and invited me here with such a big commotion. What’s the meaning of this?" This middle-aged man looked influential and his eyes were shrewd. He definitely was not the type that was easy to deal with.

"Creed, I heard that you have the person we’re looking for on your ship, so we invited you over to ask for a favor." Soren stepped forward from behind Zayn. Compared to Zayn, he was more familiar with Creed.

After all, Creed was the one who dealt with Soren last time, but because of Zayn, he failed to negotiate a deal and even ended up losing hundreds of millions of dollars.

"What’s the meaning of this? How could your people be on my ship?"

Soren was about to negotiate with Creed, but Zayn stopped him. His thin lips parted slightly and with an unquestionable tone, he shouted, “Search the ship!”

It was already evening. Relying on the leads they found and the Guggenheims’ hidden forces, they finally tracked down Creed's cargo ship that was departing Atlantic City en route to Venezuela.

After Zayn said that, the smile on Creed's face instantly disappeared. The bodyguards standing behind Creed came forward to surround their boss protectively as they glared viciously at Zayn and his people.

Zayn’s men also did not show any sign of weakness and looked like they were about to make a move.

"Zayn Guggenheim! Don't forget whose territory this is, so you better not go wild!" Creed’s face turned cold, shattering the amiable facade he held earlier.