My Bossy CEO Husband

“It’s nighttime!” Sanford retorted.

“Even in games, I value my life.

Look, I’m just as anxious as you, but we can’t save Rosalynn if we’re dead.

”

Brian sighed, eyes locked on the car ahead.

“Fine, just drive.

”

“Okay,” Sanford replied as he focused on chasing the car ahead.

At that moment, Brian’s phone rang.

It was Lyndon.

“What’s up?” Brian answered.

“Is that the kidnapper’s car ahead? Is Rosalynn inside?” Lyndon asked.

“The car belongs to the kidnapper, but I can’t see if Rosalynn’s there.

It’s too dark,” Brian replied.

It was too late at night for him to see the inside of the car clearly.

He knew he had to stop that car first.

“The police are following us, right? Should we tell them to back off? Ivy said no cops, and if she sees them, she might do something desperate,” Lyndon suggested.

“Let me handle it,” Brian said, ending the call.

Jamir’s car sped along, soon arriving at the spot where he had left Tilda.

“Jamir, there’s no road ahead,” his subordinate reported.

“Put on your mask and get out,” Jamir ordered.

“Got it.

” The man donned his mask and exited the car.

Jamir glanced at the still-unconscious Sheldon, leaving him in the car as he dragged Rosalynn out.

Having been in the car for so long, Rosalynn couldn’t help but vomit as soon as she got out.

The man, almost splashed by her vomit, jumped aside in disgust.

“Gross!”

Rosalynn, feeling somewhat better, shot him a look.

“Not on you, though.

”

“Yous”

“Shut up!” Jamir barked, holding a spring knife to Rosalynn’s neck as he marched toward Ivy.

At this moment, Ivy stood at the edge of the cliff, holding Tilda.

Seeing Jamir with Rosalynn, she was surprised and excited.