Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 673

Ann’s gaze subconsciously slid to her hand that was next to the storage room door. Zayn’s eyes flickered and took advantage of her split-second shift in attention to quickly reach for the device in Ann's hand.

Soren and the others immediately dashed forward to open the door of the storage room.

Zayn's reflexes were quick, but Ann was not slow either. When she noticed Zayn approaching, she quickly put her hand behind her back.

However, the difference between her and Zayn was not just their height, but also Zayn’s absolute advantage in strength.

Zayn mercilessly grabbed Ann’s neck with one hand and exerted a slight force, which made Ann find it difficult to breathe. When Ann did not have strength in her hands, Zayn used his other hand to snatch the remote control from Ann.

"This is the first time you took the initiative to come close to me." Ann's voice carried a weird satisfaction.

Zayn's expression remained unchanged, but suddenly, he felt a strong premonition in his heart.

Ann, who was pressed by Zayn, suddenly smiled strangely. Zayn's hand that was about to get the remote control paused subconsciously, but it was too late to dodge it.

Ann's remote control suddenly flashed coldly and violently flew towards Zayn.

That was not a remote control. It was a Swiss army knife. The blade with an ominous light flashed stabbed at Zayn's chest ruthlessly.

Zayn’s pupils constricted. In a split second, he quickly held the knife and could not care less that his palm was bleeding profusely. His other hand suddenly tightened around Ann's neck.

However, Ann used deadly force this time and Zayn's immediate reaction could only reduce the impact of the weapon slightly.

In the next second, Zayn felt a sharp pain in his chest. Ann, who was being strangled, finally lost her strength and let go of the knife before she began to struggle desperately.

Zayn's hand kept exerting more force, and the murderous intent in his eyes was astonishing.

"President, this door won't open!" Next to him, Soren and several others tried to open the door of the storage room, but after trying for a long time, the door would not budge.

Zayn suddenly let go of Ann, who passed out with her eyes rolled back. He then turned around immediately.

Soren froze for a moment.

Zayn and Ann had only gotten into a scuffle for a moment. No one expected that in such a short time, Zayn would be so badly injured by Ann.

His chest was bloody and his palm was even more unsightly.

"President..." Soren had a worried face and just wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Zayn, who raised his hand. Zayn’s attention was at the door in front of him. "I'm fine. It’s just some superficial injuries. What's going on with the door?"

After saying that, Zayn shrugged off the blood on his hand and stood at the door as if nothing had happened.

They seemed to be a large group, but only when compared to Ann alone. In fact, Zayn was so fast that a group of people behind him could not keep up with him at all. As for the people he brought, some of them were injured or had died when they fought their way in after Ann invited Zayn in alone and blocked them out.

So now, there were only four or five of them who could still move. Two of them moved nimbly and tied up Ann, who was lying on the ground.

The door in front of them was probably locked from the inside and could not be opened from the outside. There was constant movement coming from the inside of the room. After Soren said that, there was a sudden silence.

Just as Soren was getting someone to knock down the door, a slightly cheerful female voice suddenly came from the inside. "Sorie, is that you? I'm inside with Lindsey!"

The two men at the door suddenly changed their faces. Sieben was still talking. "This door can't be opened...try to see if you can open it from the outside!"

Her limbs were bound, her makeup faded, and her hair was a mess, but the contempt and hatred on her face were clear as day.

Zayn suddenly took a step forward and spoke in a harsh tone, "Give me the key!"

"There’s no key." Ann looked at Zayn obsessively and she smiled as she waited for this man's reaction. Sure enough, when Zayn’s face looked even worse than when he was stabbed by her earlier, Ann felt satisfied.

Zayn did not want to talk to her and took out his phone to make a call. Only then did he realize that this place was the same as the place where they were trapped not long ago. All phone signals were blocked.

Since he had already contacted Felipe Jipson before he came, they should arrive soon.

Ann looked at Zayn’s anxious face and smiled wider. Finally, she could not help but laugh out loud.

The more she laughed, the crazier she got. Her voice also became louder. Several of Zayn's men could not help but look at her. They saw that Ann had totally lost her mind and laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes.

There were only a few of them in the mansion, and all of them were silent as they watched her laugh on the floor with her hands and feet bound. The sound of laughter echoed continuously in the empty living room, which was incomparably creepy.

Soren’s nose suddenly twitched. "What's that smell?" At this same time, Zayn also smelled it.

A faint, somewhat pungent smell diffused to their nose and gradually filled their entire nasal cavity.

This was...

"Gasoline!"

Zayn and Soren simultaneously shouted.