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Enna Clark quickly returned to her original position and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. âSheâs in there.â
The door was opened.
The light from outside poured in, instantly driving away the darkness. The rats in the corners retreated to their holes at the sight of the light.
Jasmine Clark, dressed in an especially beautiful manner, entered the room and immediately spotted Enna curled up in the corner, seemingly unconscious. She frowned and asked, âHasnât she woken up yet?â
Enna, who was pretending to be unconscious with her eyes closed, was extremely taken aback at this voice.
Jasmine?
Shouldnât she be at the police station? Why is she here? Was Jasmine the one who kidnapped her?
âFirst Young Lady, she tried to call the police on the way, and we accidentally knocked her out.â
âCall the police?â Jasmine scoffed, âThatâs her style, always calling the police. She thinks itâs her familyâs business? Whatâs the use of calling the police? Can they handle everything? Those police officers are useless! Without evidence, they canât do anything!â
She was referring to the incident last night when Connor Ford had drugged her.
Last night, she had cried herself out and tried to make an anonymous call to the police from the hotel room. The police officer who answered asked her if she had any evidence, repeatedly emphasizing that there was nothing they could do without it, and they were even unwilling to come and investigate.
Jasmineâs gaze turned colder, filled with even more resentment. She instructed the two men, âWake her up for me!â
âOkay.â
The two men grabbed Ennaâs arms from both sides. Enna knew she could no longer pretend and slowly âwoke up.â
When she saw Jasmine, she feigned surprise, immediately asking, âIs it you? What are you doing here?â
Jasmine loved seeing her look flustered. She walked over, grabbed Ennaâs chin forcefully, and said darkly, âWhy, is my big sister surprised to see me? Where do you think I should be, at the police station?â
Enna turned her head away, avoiding Jasmineâs hand, and asked coldly, âDid you kidnap me? Does Jacob Clark know?â
âDonât mention him to me!â Jasmine snarled, âWerenât you so proud? Didnât you want me to apologize to you? So what, now youâre falling into my hands!â
She started laughing again, âAre you scared now, Enna? If you kneel down and apologize to me now, maybe Iâll let you go; or maybe I wonât. Do you want to beg me?â
Enna noticed that Jasmine wasnât in a good mental state, so she tried her best not to provoke her and buy time. She calmly replied, âArenât you afraid that Auntie May will find out?â
Jasmine was struck in her weak spot. The person she feared the most now was Juliet Jordan. She couldnât even bear to think about what would happen if Juliet found out that she had asked Gilbert Jordan to help her kidnap Enna to Linton City.
She forced herself to lift her chin and feign composure, âSo what if my mom knows? Sheâs my mom, and sheâll definitely stand by my side!â
Enna, who had grown up with her, knew full well how afraid Jasmine was of Juliet and how strict Juliet was with her. She curled the corner of her mouth and mocked, âIt might not be that simple. Auntie May probably told you more than once not to have any contact with me. If she finds out that you brought me here, do you think sheâll let you off easily?â
âShut up! â
Everything she said was true, and Jasmine was furious with embarrassment. She slapped Enna across the face!
Slap!
Ennaâs head was knocked to one side, and she let out a stifled moan.
Jasmine seemed to have found a way to exact her revenge and showed a cruel smile, suddenly saying, âI remember you slapping me six times.. Should I repay them all to you today?â