Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 883 Filled With Alarm

Chapter 883 Filled with Alarm

Felix, however, was undaunted.

He had his men undertake a painstaking investigation, while he himself launched a secret inquiry into

Queeny's whereabouts through other channels.

Felix, though anxious, was more or less reassured by the fact that Queeny had been missing instead of

murdered on the spot.

He knew that there were now two parties after Queeny. Now that they had snatched her away rather

than killing her then and there when they had the chance, Queeny's life should be temporarily secure.

In spite of that, an air of depression hung over the castle.

The wrath of Felix was palpable to everyone.

The bodyguards escorting Queeny and Ella on this trip were tortured by remorse.

They knew that their negligence was to blame for Queeny's disappearance.

They had already had their share of punishment.

Among them, Dean was the most anguished.

He didn't expect that his lapse of attention should lead to such an accident.

Recalling the pretty face of Ella and the trust of Queeny, Dean could have killed himself if they had ever

suffered any tribulations.

The meticulous search continued.

On the other side, Queeny woke to the night.

Engulfed in sheer darkness, Queeny found her hands and feet tied up, her mouth bunged up with rags

and even her eyes blindfolded.

On waking up she made a subconscious struggle, but immediately stopped when she realized the

situation she was in.

She was filled with alarm.

What was this place?

Where was she?

Queeny felt a faint headache with sharp pain at the nape, which reminded her of the attack when she

was waiting for Ella at the entrance of the washroom.

Shit!

Even though she was still recovering from her injury, her agility was so exceptional that it would be very

unlikely for a sneak attacker from behind to overpower her with one single stroke.

She had confidence in her alertness and the instincts she had gained from years of wandering on the

brink of death.

But this time she met her Waterloo.

Lying on the floor, she recollected all the details before she was knocked out. It struck her that she had

been physically unwell at that time.

The dizziness had retarded her reaction.

Damn it! She shouldn't have drunk the wine.

Normally she was immune to a few glasses of wine, but not if it had been spiked.

But it was highly improbable.

When she was in the Rosefinch Branch, she had drilled her body to cultivate the immunity against

various drugs for the sake of self-protection.

For some drugs against which it was impossible to gain immunity through physical drills, corresponding

vaccines had been employed. Therefore, the attempts to drug her would normally fail.

With all these precautions, how on earth could she be knocked out?

Queeny was puzzled.

Unable to figure it out, she quit the rumination.

She made a struggle and found that the ropes tying her hands and feet were very tightly knotted, not in

the usual way, but in a secure way exclusive to gangdom.

The captive might as well not struggle, otherwise the knot would become tighter and the ropes would

sink into his flesh and cause more suffering.

Queeny took a few deep breaths.

Unable to move or see anything and compelled to resort to her hearing, she concentrated and listened

carefully to the surroundings.

Nothing but silence.

As silent as in a sealed place, without even a trace of wind.

But for the tangible damp floor underneath, she would have been convinced by the silence that she

was dead and on her way to Heaven.

Considering the case, Queeny clenched her teeth and strived to sit up.

She didn't have a clue who the attacker and kidnapper was, but she did a physical check and sensed

that she was unscathed and in good condition.

It was evident that she had been stunned out of consciousness and brought to this place, but had not

been hurt until then.

Generally, an opponent could have killed his captive right on the spot if he had intended to.

That was why Queeny had no worry about her life for the moment.

It was Ella that she was concerned for.

Actually, she had vaguely sensed that the abductors must be related to the two gangs who had been

after her.

They couldn't have taken all the pains for nothing. Bringing her here instead of murdering her straight

away indicated that she was of some value to them.

A useful person might suffer more or less, but his life wouldn't be threatened.

The antonym was a useless person.

While the former was to be spared, the same couldn't be said for the latter.

At the moment, Queeny didn't know who Ella really was, so she still deemed Ella as an ordinary maid.

She thought Ella might have been brought here too when the kidnappers saw Ella with her and fretted

that the girl might inform others of the news or do other things that would sabotage their plan.

But judging from what she had gathered with her hearing, there was nobody around other than herself.

If Ella was not here, where could they have taken her?

Queeny dreaded to think further. After all, Ella was not only useless to them, but could be an

unexpected burden.

They would probably kill her as they usually did.

Thinking of that, Queeny writhed in panic.

Should anything happen to Ella, Queeny could never bring herself to face Dean, and she would have a

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Sarah had died because of Queeny. As Ella reminded her of Sarah, Queeny treated Ella nicely as a

compensation.

Could Queeny's benevolence lead Ella to the same fatal end?

No! Impossible!

Queeny would never allow the tragedy to happen again!

With such determination, she started to inch forward.

Not knowing where she was, she judged from the damp wooden planks beneath her that she was in a

wooden house.

She wanted to explore the surroundings. Unable to move with hands and feet tied up, she could only

rely on her legs to drag herself around bit by bit.

A long while had passed before Queeny managed to reach the wall on one side, sweating all over.

The ropes on her wrists and ankles tightened more and more with her endeavor, almost making her

bleed.

Heedless of the pain, she groped around with her palms, with her back to the wall.

Some time later, her eyes lit up.

She felt a wide crack which, if she had it right, should be where the door was.

What a piece of luck!

A big thrill running through her, Queeny slowly stood up along the vertical plank.

Sure enough, she touched a doorknob behind her after a while.