Chapter 803 Wayne
Josie never really expected to get any information out of Claudia, but the more she interacted with her. the more she felt that something was off. “What exactly is suspicious?” Angie asked curiously from the driver’s seat.
Heather was acting strangely as if she was worried about something being discovered. Josie was at a loss for words, shaking her head. “How long will it take for us to get back to the hotel?”
Angel glanced at the navigation. “It’s going to take an hour.”
The church was quite a distance from the hotel. Josie expressed his fatigue, then closed her eyes for a short nap.
She was jolted awake by a crash. The car had been hit, causing her body to lurch forward. Her forehead bumped against the seat, leaving a bruise. “What happened?” she asked.
Angel was terrified, her lips pale. “Ms. Jo, someone hit us!”
Josie rubbed her forehead and looked up to see a black car blocking their way firmly. Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw several cars behind them, effectively surrounding them.
This road was secluded, usually devoid of any pa*sing cars, and now it had naturally become the perfect spot for a beating.
Josie took a sharp intake of breath, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
Angel had never seen such a scene before and was rendered silent from the shock.
A figure emerged from the vehicle. He looked fierce and menacing, clutching an iron rod in hand while gradually closing in.
Snapping back to reality, Josie immediately took out her phone. He scanned through her contacts, but in the end, she dialed 110 directly. The call was quickly answered. “Hello, how can I a*sist you?”
The bodyguards had already surrounded the car, even politely tapping on the window.
“I… You can find my location through my number, right? I don’t know where we are, but we’re surrounded by the mafia. Please, come save us!”
After Josie finished speaking in one breath, the bodyguards could no longer wait. They immediately raised their iron rods and smashed the car windows!
“Ah!” Angie exclaimed. “W-What are you trying to do?”
One of them, his face marked with a scar, leaned over to look at the back seat. “Ms. Warren, this isn’t our first meeting.
Josie gripped her phone tightly, studying the person in front of her. Recognition dawned on her as cold sweat trickled down her face. “…You, you’re one of Mr. Dalton’s men.”
The person chuckled. “It seems you do remember. When Mr. Carter took you on the highway, I was there too. I remember you quite well.”
Cold sweat increased on Josie’s body. “What are you trying to do?”
The man’s smile faded, and with a wave of his hand, the rest of the bodyguards immediately swung their iron rods, smashing the car to pieces. The noise was deafening. They then dragged Josie out of the wreckage.
“Young lady, after you ran away, Mr. Dalton spent a lot of effort looking for you, but to no avail. Can you guess what happened?” The man pinned her to the ground, his iron rod placed in front of her. “Mr. Carter almost lost his life!”
Josie took a sharp intake of breath, striving to keep her composure. “I presume you found me not to kill me, but because Mr. Dalton needs me alive, right?”
The person intensified his grip. “This won’t stop me from teaching you a lesson!”
Josie endured the pain.
She had only been here for a day. Her arrival was kept a secret, yet Wayne’s people had located her so swiftly. This speed was indeed rather unusual.
Someone was tipping them and wanted her dead!
oelt regret deep in her heart, realizing that her actions had been too hasty. She worried that she had become the top target on Wayne’s wanted list. Her safety in Rivodia was already compromised, and with her divorce from Dexter, she found herself in even greater danger.
