Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart
Chapter 1218 - Chapter 1218 Chapter 1218 Was Enna Clark Prepared

Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Was Enna Clark Prepared? Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218: Was Enna Clark Prepared? As time passed since the car accident and the identity of the victims was confirmed, the traffic police and police station of Country W fell into complete disarray.

Upon receiving the news, the Master of the Habsden family called from abroad to pressure the company executives, turning what was initially a minor traffic accident into the biggest and most important case at present.

The traffic police started to retrieve surveillance footage from various intersections nearby, while the police officers began to investigate the possibility of an abduction.

Nearly every hospital and clinic in Country W was put on the list of places to search for the missing people.

While there was a sense of panic outside,

inside a deserted factory on Roman Street, it was extremely quiet, as if it was completely unaffected by the outside world.

Several men watched over the factory’s entrances and exits in an orderly fashion, with someone specifically stationed at the street corner outside the factory to keep watch. Should there be any signs of trouble, the lookout could immediately alert those inside to move the person they were guarding.

A man with a face full of flesh sat on the only chair, eating barbecue ordered from outside, and when he saw someone come out from checking on a hidden room in the factory, he asked, biting into a chicken wing, “How is it? Has the person woken up?”

“No, still unconscious, showing no signs of waking up,” the gaunt man said, rubbing his hands together and baring his teeth in a grin. “Boss, since we completed the mission so smoothly this time, should we expect a bonus from the boss…”

He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, his eyes filled with greed.

The flesh-faced man spat a chicken bone into his face and said gruffly, “When has the boss ever shortchanged you? When have I ever shortchanged you? Quit acting like you’ve never seen money before. You’re embarrassing.”

Wiping his face, the man said with a forced smile, “How could that be? Boss, you’ve always been the best to me. I was just…just a bit concerned, just concerned…”

“Instead of worrying about the money, you’d better pay more attention to keeping a close watch on our guest. If the person escapes before the boss arrives, forget about the money–start worrying whether you’ll still have your life.”

“I just checked, that woman’s out cold, ether isn’t something you can easily wake up from.”

“Good if she’s not awake.”

…

While the men outside were talking, in the pitch-black room where it was said the person hadn’t awoken, the supposedly unconscious individual slowly opened her eyes.

Her body felt as if it was filled with lead, ridiculously heavy.

Enna Clark struggled to open her eyelids, adjusting to the darkness around her.

Soon enough, her eyes adjusted to the room’s darkness, and only then did she realize she was trapped in a less than 20 square meter room, cluttered with unused junk. There was only a small window near the ceiling, apart from the door.

The window was fitted with iron bars; other than letting light in, there was no hope of escaping through it.

Unsure if the perpetrators had too much faith in the drug, or whether they felt they had overwhelming numbers, they hadn’t bothered to tie her up.

After a brief bout of dizziness, Enna Clark’s sense of awareness gradually started to return.

The first thing she did was to check her belongings: finding her earrings still in place and the listening device hidden in her hair intact, she felt somewhat relieved.

Sitting up, a sudden pain shot through her knee and forehead. She touched her forehead and felt something slick–she had an idea of what it was.

As expected, when she looked at her hand, she saw it stained with a shocking shade of crimson.

Enna Clark didn’t bother with the wound on her forehead. She quietly rolled up the left leg of her jeans, and upon seeing a bruise on her fair skin, she belatedly gasped in a breath of cold air.

The bruise on her leg must have been from when she hit the greenery as she slammed on the brakes during the accident. She had tried her best to avoid injury at the time, but it seemed her left leg had still taken a bad hit.

Enna Clark frowned. Of all places to be injured, it had to be her leg. This was going to be a problem.

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