Chapter 412
At that moment…
In the car behind her.
The driver frowned and spoke to the man in the backseat. Boss, I think she noticed.”
“Do it.”
“Got it.”
Mariela had just picked up her phone, but before she could dial…
Suddenly…
There came a loud noise.
The black car behind her suddenly floored the gas and rammed into her.
The massive impact sent her car spiraling out of control. The white Rolls–Royce slammed into the roadside barrier, its front end crumpling under the force. The airbags deployed instantly.
Mariela’s phone flew out of her hand.
She was so dazed from the crash.
Mariela paused for a moment, and then reached down, groping for her phone.
She had to call the police.
But just as she touched it, the window beside her was violently shattered.
They had come prepared. They even brought a window–breaking hammer.
After smashing the glass, the man outside reached in, unlocked the door, and yanked Mariela out roughly.
“Who are you?” Mariela demanded as she was dragged from the car, instinctively resisting.
The man did not answer. He just tightened his grip, trying to haul her away.
Inside the car, Mariela had been at a disadvantage. Now that she was outside, she fought back, breaking free from his grasp and landing a few quick strikes.
The man clearly had not expected a seemingly delicate woman to have such skills. He was caught off guard and took a few hits, cursing under his breath.
He charged at Mariela with a fierce determination, intending to strike her.
But he was no match for her.
Mariela landed a brutal punch square on his nose, making blood gush instantly.
She kicked and punched, taking him down in seconds.
This stretch of road had no surveillance or streetlights, and only the blinding headlights illuminated the man’s grim condition.
The man lay on the ground in a sorry state, cursing profanities.
“You can’t even handle one woman?” Another man stepped out of the black car, looking down at his defeated accomplice.
“Boss, she’s trained,” the fallen man gritted out.
Taking advantage of their conversation, Mariela edged back toward her car, reaching for her phone.
She had barely grabbed it when the second man lunged and snatched it away.
He yanked out her SIM card, snapped it in half, and threw it into the roadside grass before smashing her phone into pieces.“Come with us,” he said coldly.
