"You thought you could run from us?" one of them shouted at the top of their lungs. When I didn't say anything, he slapped me hard. The sudden action was enough to make me stagger into the wall.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about!" I mumbled, taking a deep breath. Then my hand subconsciously cradled my stomach.
But they didn’t care.
One of them grabbed my wrist and twisted it painfully. Meanwhile, another one pushed me to the ground.
Within seconds, my groceries scattered across the ground. As I tried to push myself up, the barrel of a gun pressed against my temple.
“This is what happens when Christopher Wilson doesn't keep his promises. If he won't stop, you’ll pay,” the man growled.
It was then I spotted the familiar black SUV car pulling into the street. Christopher was inside his secretary in the passenger seat. I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate.
"Help me!"
Although Christopher glanced at me for a brief moment through the window. His expression didn’t change.
Instead, he turned to his secretary and covered her ears, as if he was trying to shield her from danger.
"Don’t listen, don’t look, or you’ll have nightmares tonight," he said coolly.