You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1849: Nightmares Of Youth

Chapter 1849: Nightmares of Youth

On the other side.

It was a little past five in the morning, and the gray dawn seeped in through the broken glass window,

casting a dim light that made the whole environment even more eerie and terrifying. The heavy

morning dew soaked the damp ground, permeating it with a chilling coldness.

Vicki was awakened by the cold, her limbs numb and her shivering body curled up, even her teeth

chattering.

She opened her eyes and surveyed the surroundings: an empty warehouse with rusty iron bars on the

windows, a concrete floor, weathered walls with patches of peeling white paint. She had been

kidnapped and taken to a place she had never been before.

Yesterday's chaos was too overwhelming. She was caught off guard and ambushed. Distracted by

seeing someone attacking Felix, she became anxious and neglected her own safety, resulting in a blow

to her neck. It wasn't just the blow to her neck that rendered her powerless. The main reason was that

her assailant injected a sedative into her neck with a needle. At that moment, she felt her eyelids grow

heavy, and she couldn't open them again.

The ground was freezing. She struggled to get up from the floor and leaned against the wall. Her hands

and feet were bound with ropes, rendering her immobile.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath.

She couldn't think of anyone other than Cloud who would want to capture her. Athena was unlikely to

be involved, and there was no reason to provoke Christian.

Looking around discreetly, she tried to find something sharp that could cut the ropes. Suddenly, her

gaze fell on a piece of broken glass not far away.

With a determined thought, Vicki made an effort to move towards the shattered glass.

Just as she was about to reach it, there was a creaking sound, and the rusty iron door was opened

from the outside.

A tall and muscular man walked in, dressed in a black cloak with a hat pulled down low, obscuring his

forehead. Combined with his lowered head, his face was completely hidden.

Vicki straightened her back, halted her movements, and waited for the man to approach step by step. It

seemed that he was the one who had kidnapped her.

She remained unusually calm, her breathing steady and composed.

Until the moment the man came close to her, she still maintained her composure without any change of

expression or a racing heart.

With a low chuckle, Vicki said, "Since you've captured me, you'll have to reveal yourself sooner or later.

There's no need for all this secrecy."

The man laughed, a sinister and ghostly sound that sent shivers down one's spine as if it came from

hell itself.

Slowly, the man lifted his head and removed his hat, revealing his face.

It was an unfamiliar face. He was in his forties or early fifties, with a square-shaped face that couldn't

be called ugly but not particularly handsome either. His features were slightly peculiar, somewhat

unnatural.

Although the face was unfamiliar, there was a sense of familiarity in his presence.

"Vicki, indeed Vicki, unique among the rest," the man spoke slowly, his voice husky.

Vicki's heart skipped a beat. Why did even his voice sound somewhat familiar? She had never seen

this face before. Obviously, the man knew her. Who was he? Why did he capture her?

She remained composed, surveying her surroundings. There were no other figures in sight, perhaps

hiding in the shadows. She contemplated that even if she managed to free herself from the ropes,

escape might not be easy. Instead of thinking about running away, it would be better to first uncover the

man's true identity. After all, being able to snatch someone from OGW meant that the man before her

possessed extraordinary abilities.

"Is your objective the Saunders family?" Vicki asked directly, cutting to the chase.

There's a kind of probing that involves revealing one's cards immediately.

As expected, the man's eyebrows twitched at her words.

Immediately, he cracked an evil smile.

Vicki caught the subtle expression, confirming her suspicions.

The man said sinisterly, "A brilliant mind and exceptional reflexes. For so many years, you're the only

one who has captivated my thoughts. It can only be you."

As he spoke, Vicki's sharp eyes suddenly contracted, and her facial muscles trembled uncontrollably.

In an instant, Vicki realized it. "You're Seren?!! You've had plastic surgery?!!"

Oh my god! She felt as if an icy coldness had engulfed her, freezing her to the core.

Seren laughed heartily, shaking the entire warehouse with his laughter. "Haha. I didn't expect the

mystery to be solved so quickly. How boring. I thought I could keep it hidden a little longer. But you're

truly the cleverest, recognizing me at once. Unlikesome foolish women who couldn't even recognize

me after sleeping with them for so many years." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He was referring to Fox. That idiot Fox, who had children with him. A man who only slightly altered his

face couldn't even be recognized. Truly foolish. If he couldn't rely on Fox's cooperation, he would have

ended her life long ago. As for the child, he didn't care. A child with Fox's intelligence wouldn't be

exceptionally bright anyway.

Vicki was chilled to the bone. If there was one thing she feared in her life, it was Seren. It took her

years to overcome the nightmares of her youth. She thought he was dead, but the demon was still

alive.

In fact, she had been suspecting it for some time. Various signs indicated the resurgence of the Hilton

organization, and there had to be someone supporting it from behind. And that person was most likely

Seren.

She had suspected that Seren hadn't died and had used her own abilities to search for him. But she

never imagined that Seren had undergone plastic surgery, which explained why she couldn't find him.

She realized that when Seren was fatally wounded by Rayan, he hadn't died or fallen into a coma for

some reason. Perhaps he had found a scapegoat to deceive others.

Step by step, Seren approached and finally stopped in front of Vicki. He bent his knees, bowed, and

then knelt in front of her. He carefully admired her, as if savoring a plaything that belonged to him. His

gaze was filled with greed and desire.

Vicki unconsciously moved backward. It was a lie to say she wasn't afraid. She had always been

terrified of the gaze Seren possessed. Even without physical harm, he could devour her completely.

The nightmarish memories flooded back, almost overwhelming her.

Seren raised a long finger and lifted her chin, making a clicking sound with his tongue.

"Since the first time I saw you, I knew you were a natural beauty. Some women wither away as they

age. But you, you become more beautiful, more captivating. Especially to my taste."

He caressed her cheek, and every touch made her feel repulsed, as if she was about to vomit.

"Stay away from me. Don't touch me," Vicki couldn't help but growl.

"Why? Why are you avoiding me? I can sense that deep down, you like me. Otherwise, why would you

find another man from the Saunders family? Haha, is it because you can't forget me?" Seren arrogantly

remarked.