His love

Willow instinctively answered the phone, and Zayn’s cold voice came through. “Willow, give up the 

endorsement!” 

Willow knew that the kidnappers had noticed her intention, and she lost her chance to call the police. She could only take the chance and seek help from Zayn. 

“Help me!” Willow cried. 

“Willow, don’t play tricks on me! Not only do you not need my help, I’ll even celebrate if you do die!‘ With that, Zayn coldly hung up the phone. 

Willow had anticipated Zayn’s response. But her blood still ran cold. 

Sometimes, she found herself quite ridiculous. Zayn had disappointed her countless times. Yet she still clung to hope. 

He would celebrate if she died. Well, at least her funeral would be a lively one. 

“You bitch! Were you calling for help? Haha! You failed, didn’t you?” 

The man with a big mole on his face, Mico Lloyd, violently snatched Willow’s phone and smashed it on 

the ground. He thought it wasn’t enough, so he lifted his foot and stomped on the phone a few times. 

Seeing Willow staring blankly at her shattered phone, Mico’s expression became even more smug. 

“Bitch! Give up! No one’s coming to save you! You’d have to cooperate with us even if you scream your lungs out!” 

“Let me go!” Willow knew that the more frightened and helpless she appeared, the more brazen these 

men would become. So, she forced herself to calm down. 

“Someone paid you to hurt me, right? I can pay you too. Il give you double the money if you let me go!” 

Willow didn’t have much money but she had a way to escape as long as they agreed. 

“Bitch, are you trying to bribe us? Damn it! Dream on!” Mico spat at Willow. 

The tall and thin man behind him, Kiran Simmons, felt bad for her. When he saw Mico about to kick 

Willow, he quickly pulled him aside. 

“Mico, go easy on her! Ms. Dawson said we needed to take photos of her later. How are we supposed to 

do that if you hurt her?” Kiran reasoned. 

Mico agreed and gave Willow a fierce glare but didn’t continue to hurt her. 

As she expected, Skyler was behind this. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Skyler was wealthy and had worked with these men several times. She must have offered them a lot of 

money. 

Willow knew that her attempt to turn the tables was futile. But even if her death was warranted, she 

wanted to know why. 

“What kind of photos do you want to take of me? What did you do to Nicola? How did she die?!” Willow 

shouted. 

“You asked too many questions. Which one do you want us to answer?” Kiran squinted his eyes and stared at Willow with a lustful gaze. 

Her skin was as smooth as butter, and he liked the way it felt under his touch. 

“This one is as pretty as the one before. I’m so fucking lucky!” Kiran grinned. 

“This bitch does look pretty good! We’ll get some nice photos later!” Mico was in a daze. “Kiran, how about you and I take some photos with her later?” 

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