To Be Yours Again novel (Jenny and Alex) novel Chapter 744

As the sky darkened, Jenny grew more aware of how the odds were stacked against her. There was no way she could run out of this patch of the forest now.

But she didn't give up just yet. Gilbert would've been on the search for her by now. So she had to stay strong and hold on until she was rescued.

She gritted her teeth and dragged herself onward. It didn't matter where she ended up as long as it wasn't in those mercenaries' hands.

Yet it seemed she overestimated her luck. It took less than half an hour for the men to catch up to her. They surrounded her by the tens, creating a dark black shroud in her vision. Only now did Jenny see just how many mercs had been hired to cut her down.

"You have admirable strength, pretty woman," one of the mercs, with a head full of platinum blonde hair, said.

Jenny noted down his appearance. This must be the mercs' leader. "How much did the Glasses pay you?"

Mercenaries only do work when they're paid, after all. As for how she knew it was the Glasses—it might be Rowena's idea. Still, the money paid out to these men was definitely more the Glasses' treasury because there was no way Rowena had this much money and power to smuggle them into the country without alerting the authorities.

The merc said nothing, merely holding out three fingers.

"Three million?"

The man shook his head. "We are elites in the mercenary world. Three mill is dirt to us, not even enough to hire us as bodyguards."

"Three hundred million?" Jenny was truly astonished now. Sure, the Glasses could afford that much, but the sudden cash flow must've affected them somehow, no?

The man nodded. He didn't mind telling her this, nor about their employer's information. It's not like she'd live to tell the tale.

"I can pay you double," Jenny offered.

Unfortunately, the merc shook his head. "Apologies, but as much as that'd benefit us monetarily, it wouldn't do well for our future employment."

He had done his research on Jenny as well and knew just how well off her family was. It wouldn't be strange for Graham Walter to pay them six hundred million to save his daughter's neck.

"Is this really it?" Jenny asked, trying to think of a way to turn the tides in her favor.

The merc nodded and pulled out a gun, directing it between Jenny's eyes. "Game over, pretty woman. Goodbye."

He then pulled the trigger.