Chapter 130 Humble Pray
The car door was closed with the sound of a bang.
Alena Wright struggled, but she couldn't get rid of the big hand behind her in any case. She could only make intermittent whimpers.
She looked around in fear. Everything around her was sending dangerous signals to her. Before she could figure out a way to get out, she suddenly stretched out a white handkerchief from behind.
Just as she was about to speak, she felt that her consciousness was instantly diminished. She didn't know anything in the darkness before her eyes.
This series of processes was almost between electric light and flint. The owner of the big hand behind him did not make any sound from beginning to end.
Alena Wright was awakened by pain. She opened her eyes, ignored the pain from her wrist, and immediately looked at the surrounding situation.
There is only a dim light in the simple room. The whole room presents a dilapidated and gloomy atmosphere.
She knew that she was kidnapped.
When she was kidnapped, there was no one around, and no one saw her.
Therefore, no one will come to rescue her.
She can only save herself now.
It's just that now she is alone and helpless. How can she escape?
Her brain was running fast. She looked around carefully to see if there was anything that could be used.
At this time, her gaze swept across the bag not far away.
Her eyes lit up. That was her bag, and the phone was in it.
At this moment, her hands and feet are tied with ropes. Even if it is not far away, it is not easy to get it.
Alena Wright lay on the icy ground, moving her body a little bit hard.
The delicate skin rubbed on the ground with severe pain. She seemed to be unable to feel it. She stared at the small black bag closely and moved closer.
It's finally near.
Alena Wright was overjoyed, sat up with her hands and feet together, and fumbled around in her bag.
She touched an object like a mobile phone with her fingertips, and as soon as she grasped it. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
The person who kidnapped her should be back.
The situation was urgent. Alena Wright had no time to think about what to do and almost instinctively called Waylon Gray.
Please, answer the phone soon.
Alena Wright kept praying in her heart, sometimes looking out the door in fear.
This time God also seemed to hear her pleading, and the phone was connected shortly after dialing out.
Alena Wright was delighted, with a bit of cry in her voice, and said eagerly, "Waylon Gray, save me. I was kidnapped, I don't know where I was taken, and I don't know who the other party is."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Waylon Gray's suppressed anger roared, "Alana, you should die, don't bother me."
After Waylon Gray said these words, he cut off the phone and didn't give Alena Wright another chance to speak.
Does this woman treat him as a three-year-old child?
It's ridiculous that she can speak such words without IQ.
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Alena Wright had only one thought in her mind.
That's it.
The footsteps are getting closer, and the devil hiding in the dark is about to walk in front of him.
Alena Wright was in a mess and quickly called the police, but it was too late. The door was kicked open with a slam, and a figure promptly rushed over and snatched her mobile phone away.
Alena Wright saw the figure in front of her. She had already slapped twice on her face.
The other party seemed to use a lot of strength. Alena Wright was beaten to the side of the head, and there appeared to be blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth.
Alena Wright's hair was grabbed with a shout of anger, and she was forced to look up. Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she exclaimed in great exclamation," Austine Drew?"
How could it be him?
Didn't he hide it secretly after hitting her by the car?
Waylon Gray asked people to look for it but couldn't find it.
She thought that Austine Drew had gone abroad, but she didn't expect that he would be so bold, not only staying in City A but also doing things like kidnapping.
Austine Drew smiled coldly, staring at her like a poisonous snake, "It's me, didn't you expect that we will meet one day again?"
After the shock, Alena Wright also gradually accepted this fact.
When they had no grievances and hatred, Austine Drew could buy the gangsters and want to take her innocence. Austine Drew later paid an enormous price to become a suffering person. How could he be willing to let her go like this?
Knowing that it might be too bad this time, Alena Wright forcibly remained calm, trying to make herself look calm.
"Austine Drew, you have violated the law for doing so. Sooner or later, you will be punished. There was originally no deep hatred between you and me. Why should you do such a risky thing on me?"
Austine Drew didn't buy it. He sneered, and his tone was full of mockery, "There is no deep hatred? Alena Wright, can you say it."
He took a step forward. He was satisfied when he saw Alena Wright's sad and pale face.
"If it weren't for you, how could I have fallen to where I am now? I live like a slave and hide in Tibet, and you? You live in harmony in front of different men!"
Austine Drew gritted his teeth. His jealousy and anger turned into action. He reached out and pinched Alena Wright's body.
"I beg you to raise your hand and let me? If it weren't for me to meet a noble person, I would have never known where I died."
There was a sharp tingling on his arm. Alena Wright couldn't help taking a breath, and her eyebrows deeply frowned together, " Austine Drew, have you forgotten why you became like this? What's the difference between asking for a dead end? Waylon Gray won't let you go!"
When she said this, she didn't have enough confidence. She just wanted to use Waylon Gray to act as a deterrent so that Austine Drew, who was already in madness, would be afraid.
As if seeing the guilty conscience in her eyes, Austine Drew sneered, "Stop daydreaming. Waylon Gray has already kicked you away with a kick. You will live worse than a dog next time."
Alena Wright was happily thinking. It turns out that the quarrel between her and Waylon Gray is known to everyone who has already made trouble.
Seeing Alena Wright not speaking, Austine Drew felt even more proud of himself because he talked about what was on her mind.
She took out a folding knife from her pocket, and the cold blade shone with a chill.
"What do you want to do!" Seeing Austine Drew holding a knife, Alena Wright kept stepping back, and her deep sense of fear made her feel chaotic.
Austine Drew smiled and turned the sharp blade in her hand to look at her in time, "What do you think I want to do?"