My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Chapter 446 You Deserved It

Freya's head hit hard against the glass window, and her body was hurt, but Freya did not dare to delay in the slightest, she stepped on the accelerator, turned the car around, and rushed in the opposite direction.

She is not stupid, this car came for her, at this time, if she gets out, it will be more difficult to find a way to live.

Even if she turned around, she still had no way out. She found that, somehow, several black cars had surrounded her car.

"Get out of the car!"

Several men in black got out of the car and rudely rapped on Freya's door.

Of course Freya did not want to get out of the car; if she did, she was only be slaughtered.

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The men outside the door had already started to smash her car door, and it wouldn't be long before the windows were smashed and she was in their palms.

Freya dialed Kieran's number, her heart racing and she kept praying that he would pick up the phone soon.

Perhaps her request moved the gods, and almost immediately, Kieran picked up the phone.

"Who is it?!"

Kieran's voice had usual coldness and detachment. At the thought of the tenderness he had shown her when their love was in full swing, Freya suddenly wanted to cry.

In her voice, there was also a real cry in her voice as she said to Kieran with a trembling voice, "Mr. Fitzgerald, help me! I'm at the intersection of Longhe Road and Nanshan Road, I've met a bad guy! Mr. Fitzgerald, save me!"

"Freya, you're sick!"

There was no trace of care or anxiety in Kieran's voice, and he was just about to hang up, but he heard Freya's voice again, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm not lying to you, I've really met a bad guy! Ah!"

The car door was suddenly slammed open and Freya couldn't control her cry of shock, she panicked and shouted at Kieran, "Mr. Fitzgerald, help me!"

"Freya, I don't believe a word you say!"

Freya's eyes were red, before, Mr. Fitzgerald, who believed her unconditionally, now told her that he didn't believe a word she said.

How ironic!

How cruel!

A large hand of a man in black grabbed Freya's shoulder so hard that Freya's body, uncontrollably, plunged to the ground.

She couldn't care less about hitting back at the man as she continued to shout at Kieran, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I didn't lie to you! I've really met bad people! If I die in the hands of this group of people today, you will regret it! You will definitely regret it!"

Hearing Freya's words, Kieran's brows involuntarily knitted, his heart was chaotic, his chest pulled, with inexplicably some pain.

But when he thought of what Freya had just called him, Kieran's heart hardened coldly again.

This woman, calling him Brother sometimes and Mr. Fitzgerald sometimes, was really fickle!

Is she now, again, using him as a stand-in for his brother, and so, playing the pity game, trying to seduce him?

He doesn't have a particular penchant for being a stand-in for others!

Kieran's voice was cold, "Freya, I won't regret it! A woman like you deserves to die!"

In an instant, all strength was lost in Freya's body, and she wanted to cry, but in the end, it was a pale laugh that came out.

Really, she can't count on Mr. Fitzgerald!

Once, Mr. Fitzgerald who loved her so much said she deserved to die!

But even if Mr. Fitzgerald didn't want her anymore, she didn't want to fall into the hands of a bunch of inexplicable bad guys like this in a miserable way.

She clutched her phone and tried to call the police, but before the phone could be dialed, one of the men kicked it viciously away.

"Take her away!"

Someone shouted and some men started to grab Freya's arms.

Of course Freya was not willing to be meekly taken away, she couldn't care less that her leg was bleeding, she quickly took a few steps back and looked at the men with a wary face and said, "Who the hell are you? Let me out of here!"

Seeing that the men had no intention of paying any attention to her, Freya hurriedly said, "You took someone else's money to kidnap me, didn't you? How much did they pay you? I'll give you ten times the price, let me go!"

As Freya spoke, she surveyed the situation around her. Here, somewhat close to the suburbs, there were no pedestrians around at all close by, and she was surrounded by those men in black, so it was difficult for her to escape.

"We don't want money, we just want your life!"

Abel slowly opened the car door and stepped gracefully out of the car. He wore a khaki-coloured handmade suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked not like a ferocious and inhuman murderous maniac, but like a flamboyant nobleman.

But this man, who clearly had a refined appearance, was now clearly in the business of killing people.

"Who is it that wants me dead?" Freya asked as she took a step back and looked at Abel without condescension, "There are many of you anyway, and there is no way I can beat you, so even if you want to kill me, you should let me be an understanding ghost!"

Knowing who really wanted to kill her, at the very least, she would be able to find the right person when she became a ghost!

"You don't need to know who wants you dead. You only need to know how you are going to die today."

The expression on Abel's face change in the slightest, as if he was discussing a person's death, but rather as if he was saying, what a beautiful day.

Looking at Abel's elegant and noble face, Freya couldn't help but shiver.

She had always thought that a refined man would give people warmth, but it turned out that sometimes a refined man could be more frightening than a fierce and evil demon.

Freya took another step back, this time leaning directly against the car, and she spoke almost subconsciously, "What kind of death?"

"Feed the wolf!"

After saying this, Abel was no longer willing to waste his breath talking to Freya, he gave a wink to his men behind him, and they picked her up and shoved her into the trunk of the car at the front.

Freya's heart raced wildly, and until the trunk door was ruthlessly shut, she still could not ease up from Abel's words.

Feed the wolf.

What a time it is now, and they still want to feed people to the wolves!

Are they primitive people who drink blood?

Freya's heart was panicking like never before, what a bunch of freaks she had met!