The phone rang a few times, but the call wasn't connected.
Daisy Ginger was momentarily surprised before realizing that the car was probably equipped with a wireless signal jammer, preventing the phone signal from getting out.
As she thought of this, cold sweat started to form, and she could no longer maintain her composed expression.
There were three men in the car: one driving, one holding a knife, and one completely at ease. As a woman, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of the car safely.
The man observed her expression, then curled his lips into a slight smile, with a hint of mockery and condescension in his voice: "I'd advise you not to make any futile struggles." He leisurely rubbed an engraved dark gold cufflink on his wrist, speaking warmly, "Of course, if you prefer, I can also let you sleep for eight hours, so that when you wake up, we'll be in Chicago."
Daisy Ginger clenched the phone tightly, speaking in a low voice: "Do you have a grudge against Edward?"
