Novel Sweet
Chapter 1831
Chapter 1831
Chapter 1831 Let Her Go
As soon as the door slammed shut, the driver floored the gas pedal and sped away.
Not only did they bind my hands and feet, but they also taped my mouth in addition to blindfolding me.
Throughout the drive, they made no attempt to communicate with me.
After an indeterminate time, the van came to a stop at long last.
One of the men then carried me out of the car like carrying a chicken. Subsequently, he flung me onto
the ground.
Shortly after, my blindfold was yanked off roughly. Being exposed to sunlight once more after a long This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
time in the darkness had me unable to open my eyes right away.
While I was gradually adapting, the culprit who kidnapped me spoke.
“We meet again, Ms. Stovall.”
It was none other than Freja.
I lowered my eyes without saying anything.
When I was in the van, I surmised that the incident at the mall was definitely Garrett’s doing because
the gun was of the same model.
Besides, they were the only ones who were totally brutal and had not even a hint of compassion.
But from the look of things then, everyone in the drug trade was ruthless.
I was the one who got Rose killed and it was Nathaniel who killed her!
“As expected of Nathaniel’s woman, you’re calm and unruffled even when the world is splintering apart.
I admire you,” Freja drawled before saying to her subordinate, “Get a chair for Ms. Stovall. She has
helped me a lot, so don’t treat her shabbily!”
“Understood!” I was then tossed onto the chair while all bound up.
When I had composed myself and looked at Freja again, the hatred in my eyes blazed hotly.
Freja was sitting in a car. Catching a glimpse of my reaction out of the corner of her eye, she
nonchalantly swept her gaze over me before retracting it. She remained seated relaxingly. “Don’t stare
at me with such a look in your eyes. You can only blame Nathaniel for going against the rules.”
“Why don’t you just kill me?” I demanded through gritted teeth as I forcefully stifled my towering rage.
Freja scoffed, “Hah! How am I going to threaten Nathaniel if I were to kill you? Even if you want to die,
Ms. Stovall, you’ve got to be patient. Don’t worry. Just regard it as me owing you a favor. When you’re
dead, I promise to bury you with him.”
I wasn’t in the mood to listen to all her high-sounding excuses. Only one thing snagged my attention—
she didn’t plan on finishing me off at the mall.
With that, the culprit was plain as day.
Mr. Jensen’s methods are really cold-blooded just to have Nathaniel stop being influenced by me.
No sooner had she finished speaking, a bodyguard came forward and reported, “He’s here, Ms.
Schmidt.”
As his words fell, a jeep sped over and screeched to a stop a distance away from Freja. Then,
Nathaniel got out alone.
In an effort to conceal his gunshot wounds, he even wore a loose trench coat that made him appear
much bulkier.
Even then, he still walked very slow, taking one small step at a time in fear that he would reveal some
flaw.
When he drew near, a few subordinates of Freja with guns in their hands surrounded him.
Nathaniel glanced at me from afar before he started negotiating terms with Freja. “I’m here, so let her
go.”
Freja climbed out of the car. Like in the abandoned building that day, she flashed him a polite smile and
replied unhurriedly, “Don’t be in such a rush. Let’s talk slowly.”
Just when she had finished speaking, her subordinate at the side tactfully snagged a chair and placed
it behind her.
Freja sat down slowly and crossed her legs. She contemplated for a moment before asking, “Do you
still remember when we first met? That was the first time someone ever held a gun to my head in my
whole life. Even now, I can still remember every single movement clearly.”
Nathaniel showed no hint of fear. He calmly queried, “What do you want?”
“You’ll know soon enough.” The smile instantly disappeared from Freja’s face, and she threw a look at
her subordinates.
Her subordinates immediately understood her meaning. Three burly men grabbed Nathaniel right away
and pinned him down with his face plastered against the ground.
Subsequently, the car door of another vehicle swung open. A man wearing sunglasses climbed out.
The man’s vision was seemingly impaired. When he was steady on his feet, one of Freja’s men went
over to support him. Only then did he start walking before stopping a mere inch away from Nathaniel’s
face.
Then, the man who supported the visually-impaired man placed his gun into the latter’s hand and
instructed him to grip it tightly. Guiding his hand, he pointed the barrel right at Nathaniel’s head.