(Author's POV)
"You are the one causing me so much trouble, huhh?" Wyatt lifted her chin and gazed at her. He then turned her face to the left and then to the right to check, and once confirming, gave the men behind him a dirty look, "You said you didn't touch her. So, why the fuck are her cheeks swollen?"
"You see~ …. she turned out to be a feisty one. So, to handle her~ …. we took some measures," The driver spoke, sounding unregretful and way too casual.
"Who~ …. who are you?" Myra asked, her voice weak yet resolute. "Why did you~ …. kidnap me?"
Wyatt turned his attention back to her, "First of all, you tell me~ …. who is this backer of yours? Your sugar daddy. Tell me his name," he counter-questioned her.
Myra's brows furrowed together at the absurdity of his words, "I don't have any~ …."
