Slowly Falling into His Love Trap

Chapter 433: How Much Is Mrs. Lockwood Worth to You?

A gust of wind seemed to sweep toward her face, but there was no pain.

Evelyn opened her eyes and saw the knife right in front of her. Her eyes trembled, and even her heart stopped beating. She slowly turned her gaze to look at the man with yellow hair.

"Scared, aren’t you?" The man laughed maniacally, "Hahaha—didn’t you say you weren’t afraid of death, Mrs. Lockwood? Your face changed just now!"

"People feel fear when faced with death," Evelyn said coldly. "But you should understand my attitude clearly. If something bad were really to happen to me, I would choose death."

Listening to Evelyn’s words and looking at her indifferent and uncaring demeanor, the man with yellow hair furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

What he wanted was the ransom.

As for what to do after getting the ransom, that could be discussed later!

"Behave yourself!" The man said viciously, "The knife is at your neck. If you dare to make a move or scream, I promise that although you won’t die, I’ll send one of your fingers to Caden Lockwood and see if he cares!"

Evelyn sat still, not daring to move. The car was fast and stable; her chances of escaping in the chaos were slim.

The man next to her was watching her constantly, with the knife still at her neck; it was difficult for her to escape from his grip.

Basically, she could not hold any hope.

But if they took her to the destination, she would surely be in greater danger!

Her heart was pounding wildly; right now, Evelyn’s only hope was Caden Lockwood.

He would come to save her, right?

He would definitely rescue her safely, right?

Evelyn felt that she was a very contradictory woman.

The one who refused to face Caden Lockwood was her.

And at this moment, she could only hope for Caden Lockwood to save her.

Evelyn sighed deeply in her heart; thinking of Caden Lockwood made her feel strange.

In times of peril, people tend to have more insights.

Now, all Evelyn remembered was Caden Lockwood’s kindness.

All those horrible things he did to her seemed to be automatically ignored.

Does she have amnesia?

Or is it just that whenever she encounters Caden Lockwood, she becomes abnormal?

All the way, Evelyn couldn’t find a chance to escape.

The car turned onto a small road, and Evelyn was thrown into an abandoned utility room, her hands and feet tied, her mouth gagged, leaving her without a chance to escape.

She tried to untie the rope on her hands, but there was little hope.

Her body was already uncomfortable; now, it became even worse.

She leaned against the wall to rest, her amber eyes shimmering with a thin mist, her nose sour, cursing herself for not staying obediently in the villa.

Now, trapped in this place where she could call for help but to no avail, if no one came to rescue her, would she really die here?

With a heart full of sorrow, Evelyn’s gaze scattered uneasily, looking at this shabby little room. She sniffled, feeling deeply aggrieved...

At this moment, Caden Lockwood, who had received news of Evelyn’s kidnapping, was instantly furious.

Who dared to kidnap his woman?

Were they tired of living?

"Mr. Lockwood, I’m just curious, how much is Mrs. Lockwood worth to you?" The yellow-haired kidnapper’s attitude seemed disrespectful. "If she means nothing to you, I could help you by getting rid of her, so she doesn’t take your property!"