Chasing Back My Ex-wife

Chapter 49

Lucy felt angry at being humiliated so openly, but she still controlled her temper. She convinced them calmly, "Did Lizbeth ask you to kidnap me and take lewd videos? How much money did she pay you? I can pay you double!"

"Pay us double? Are you sure?" Ron's eyes lit up instantly.

Lucy thought there was room for negotiation, so she said confidently, "As long as you let me go, I can pay you guys double the money!"

Unfortunately, although she was good at negotiating in the business world, she didn't know how evil those thugs could get.

"Hahaha... not bad!" Ron patted her cheek and smiled greedily. "Troy, did you hear that? This lady's rich too!"

"I heard her! We'll take a video, and if she doesn't pay us double, we'll leak the video online and ruin her rep...reputation!" Troy only studied till primary school, and he had to think for a long time before coming up with the word "reputation".

Ron smiled from ear to ear. "Troy, you used your brain for once!"

Listening to them talking about how they would blackmail her and treat her as their ATM, Lucy's heart sank to rock bottom.

She had only thought of using money to tempt those thugs because she had felt too scared and had wanted to leave too badly... She had underestimated them.

As they were talking, Troy crouched down and lifted her foot. Then, he lowered his head and kissed it while drooling.

Lucy felt as though his touch and his lips were like poison. He left a trail of venom wherever he touched, both repulsive and deadly.

She got goosebumps all over and her hairs stood on end. Her leg trembled uncontrollably.

Slap!

Troy went berserk and stood up all of a sudden, slapping her in the face with all his might. "You think I'm disgusting, don't you? What I the most are women like you who act all pure and innocent!"

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Troy slapped her on the other cheek and spat a mouthful of foul phlegm on her face. "You shameless b*tch!"

He had slapped her really hard, and Lucy's ears were ringing. She couldn't even hear what Troy was yelling at her.

She tasted blood in her mouth, and her cheeks were burning with pain. She could feel them slowly swelling up.

The foul stench of his phlegm on her face made her feel like throwing up in disgust.

The ringing in her ears slowly died down, and when she heard the degrading words Troy spat at her, she felt even more pathetic than she had in the plane crash five years ago!

"That's enough, Troy. Stop berating her and quickly bandage her wound. Then we'll go get our money from Byrd!" Ron was worried that Troy would kill her.

Only then did Troy stop hitting and scolding Lucy. He found a bag of salt somewhere in the hut and dashed the salt on Lucy's wound. He laughed pompously, "That's what you get for looking down on me. Let me disinfect you!"

When the salt touched her wound, tears immediately streamed from Lucy's eyes from the agony.

Seeing her cry, Troy felt even more excited, and he treated her even more roughly. He even scratched her wound before bandaging it along with the salt that was already dyed red.

"Don't kill her!" Holding his phone, Ron pressed the red button to stop recording. "Once I send Byrd this video, she'll have to pay us extra!"

"Really?" Troy's eyes shone.

"Of course!" Ron put away his phone and said, "Byrd hates her. The more we let her suffer, the happier Byrd will surely be! Rich girls like her just look prettier on the outside, but they're actually sc*m on the inside. They're not much different from us!"

They went out while talking and locked the door behind them.

Lucy had lost too much blood, and also because of the car crash, she had been feeling very dizzy.

However, what she heard was too shocking, and added with the salt scorching her wound, her mind felt clearer than ever.

She knew that Lizbeth disliked her, but never had she thought Lizbeth hated her so much that she had asked people to kidnap her and take that kind of video!

"Hiss—" A sharp pain shot up leg, and she took a deep breath. Her whole body was tense.

Those men hadn't touched her earlier merely because she was injured. However, judging by their crazy behavior, they might r*pe her even if her wound wasn't healed and film the whole thing!

Therefore, she had to escape as soon as possible!

Lucy turned around and swept her gaze over the room. It was a simple open-plan hut without partitions between the kitchen, bedrooms, or living room.

Pots, bowls, ladles, and knives were placed in the east corner. On the right was a worn-out sofa, a wooden table, and an old-fashioned TV.

She was in the center.

...

Lucy took nearly an hour to inch close to the kitchen knife while being tied to the chair.

She had never been a sitting duck, and neither did she expect Arthur to come and save her.

He had his childhood sweetheart who had had a heart attack to take care of. How could he have time to pay attention to someone like her?

Lucy was panting and gritting her teeth, trying to grab the knife on the table. As long as she could reach the knife, she could use it to cut the ropes and escape!

After running to the foot of the mountain, she could borrow a phone to call Kylah. Kylah definitely wouldn't ignore her like Arthur!

She was getting closer.

Even closer!

Lucy's hands were tied to the back of the chair, and she turned her head as best as she could to see how far she was from the knife. She slowly adjusted the angle...

… She reached it!

"Hurry up!" she whispered, holding the knife and carefully cutting through the rope around her wrists.

Although the knife had cut her hand many times and it hurt badly, she was happy to feel the ropes getting looser.

However, right at that moment...

"Ron, why do you think Byrd didn't come? Is she trolling us?" Troy's voice was filled with fury at making a fruitless trip!

Ron's face was stormy as he also felt that they had been trolled. "Let's save Byrd for later. Didn't that woman we kidnapped say she has money? Let's get some cash to spend from her first!"

When he opened the door, he was immediately stunned!

The knife was stained with blood and the chair was empty. Only the rope was left. The window was open and a shoe was on the windowsill.