Chasing My Pregnant Wife



It was quite tragic, now that she thought about it. Her ex-husband was marrying another woman, while she found herself a victim of kidnappers.

After a while, Rosalie needed the toilet. After she walked into the washroom, she looked around her and came back out, shutting the door behind her. She didn't dare to go to the washroom, out of fear that there might be a surveillance camera in there.

The moment she stepped out of the washroom, the speaker sounded once more. "Worried that I have surveillance cameras installed in the washroom?"

Rosalie didn't reply to him, but her silence betrayed what she was thinking.

"Hold it in if you don't want to go."

"Do you have surveillance cameras installed in the washroom or not?" Rosalie said, annoyed.

This damn pervert.

"I don't know, either. I forgot. You can choose not to go if you're not worried."

"You..." Rosalie was slightly peeved. He was clearly trying to torture her.

Even if she could hold it in, doing so wasn't good for her baby. Rosalie couldn't care less anymore. Out of spite, she marched to the washroom.

She slammed the door shut.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

She would just go and use the washroom. What was there to be scared of? Since that man didn't find it disgusting, why should she be scared? After using the toilet, Rosalie laid back down on the bed, covered her head with the blanket and wrapped herself tight in it, wallowing in self-pity.

Theodore had an outburst, and the floor was filled with torn up pieces of paper. Everyone had their heads lowered, not daring to say a word. They finally managed to find where Rosalie was held hostage, but when they arrived at the place, they found all the thugs dead and Rosalie was still nowhere to be found.

Someone even more frightening than the thugs must have taken Rosalie away, and they haven't found him yet.

"None of you managed to find any clues! Why am I even paying all of you your salaries?"

They even went to check on the

bullets in the dead thugs, but they found no clues that were of use to them. N&fingerprints were found at the scene, too. It was as if the

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person who took Rosalie away had vanished into thin air, or he didn't exist in the first place.

It only proved that this person was very good at hiding.

Yuvan approached Theodore cautiously.

Cynthia had called to ask about Theodore. Yuvan didn't dare to say much and he didn't dare to tell Theodore about it, either. Theodore was furious right now and probably not in the mood to take anyone's call

Rosalie was clearly more important, since Theodore gave up the wedding for Rosalie's sake.

No one dared to breathe a word. The air in the room was so eerily quiet, and the silence was suffocating.

Just then, Yuvan's phone rang. It was a number he didn't know, but he answered it anyway. "Hello."

A dark and cold voice sounded from the other end of the line. "Tell Theodore Spencer to come to the phone."

Yuvan asked with a frown, "Who are you?"

"Tell Theodore Spencer to come to the phone," the caller repeated himself.

Yuvan sensed that something was wrong, and told Theodore, "Mr. Spencer, someone wants you to take his call, but he refuses to identify himself." Theodore immediately snatched the phone from Yuvan's hand and put it to his ear. "Who are you?"

"I have Rosalie Young."

The expression on Theodore's face changed in an instant. He immediately asked, "Who are you? How much do you want? Give me a figure."

“Hahaha..." The person on the line

burst out laughing. "You rich people are so annoying, talking about

money all the time. How vulgar! Can't you see the bigger picture? Do all kidnappers just want money?"

"What do you want, then?" Theodore yelled out loud, almost at his breaking point.