My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

The woman standing in the gloom is Gracie Morris, Regina's mother.

She half-lowered her eyelids and laughed coldly at Freya's delicate face. If Freya was awake now, she would have

gotten goose bumps from her laughter.

"Freya, I originally wanted to send you straight to Bernice, but now, I've changed my mind. I do think that it's more

fun to have you and Jacob together in incest!"

"Freya, when you become Jacob's woman, and he finds out that you are his sister, how wonderful it would be?"

This evening, Freya and Kiki had their drinks in the lobby of Blues. They were sitting in a rather remote location, and

with the dazzling light and shadows in Blues and everyone busy with their own business, no one really noticed

Freya's situation.

When Dylan carried Kiki out just now, someone saw him, but Kiki's face was buried in his chest, and he was holding

Kiki not like a kidnapping, but like carrying his drunken girlfriend home, so no one thought much of it.

"Freya, do you know how much I hate you? Bernice stole my man, and now, you've stolen my precious daughter's

man, I hate you so much that I wish to kill you with a thousand cuts!"

"But soon you won't be in a position to steal a man from Regina, so you'll be with your own brother, unseen for the

rest of your life!"

After saying this, Gracie fiercely withdrew her hand from Freya's face, she, in fact, wanted to directly tear Freya's

face, but some of the things she had done a while ago had already aroused the suspicion of the Wells family, and

she now did not dare to blatantly let her hands be covered in blood again.

Gracie gave a wink to the man standing behind her, who understood and quickly picked up Freya, who had fallen on

the sofa, in a horizontal embrace.

The man was wearing a wide black trench coat, and Freya's face just buried in his trench coat, so the guests

coming and going could not really see the face of the woman in his arms.

What's more, in the Blues, a man hugging a woman, such a situation could not be more normal and no one would

even think twice about it.

Freya had been sleeping soundly, but after being picked up by that man, she suddenly opened her eyes slowly.

But when she opened her eyes, there was still darkness before her.

Freya's head hurt so badly that she had wanted to close her eyes and go back to sleep for a while, but the

unfamiliar scent made her heart panic to the extreme and she fiercely stretched out her hand, then life the man's

clothes covering her away.

"Who are you? Let go!"

Freya tried to push the man away with the force of her hands, but the man's strength was too great and his arms

were like iron pincers, so she could not push him away.

"Let go of me!"

Realizing the danger, Freya was so anxious that she struggled desperately, despite her dizzying head, "Put me

down! Help!"

The man didn't expect Freya to wake up suddenly, he was afraid that he might attract the attention of other guests,

so he hastily pulled out a hand and covered Freya's mouth with force.

Freya opened her mouth and bit hard on that man’s arm. She thought that if she bit so hard, that man would have

to let her go, but as if he didn't know the pain, he continued to cover her mouth with a deadly grip.

She couldn't call for help, she couldn't break her grip, only allowed her to be carried upstairs to a compartment.

Where is Kiki?

Freya suddenly realised something very serious, if Kiki was fine and she was suddenly carried away, there was no

way Kiki would not stop it.

In other words, Kiki is certainly powerless to stop it now.

What have they done to Kiki?

Freya wanted to ask this man where Kiki was and what they had done to her, but, with her mouth so covered by

him, her mouth could only make a whimpering sound.

The man carried her up to the box on the top floor, and as soon as he pulled open the door to the box, he quickly

threw her in.

The inside of the compartment was dark, thick black and particularly insecure.

Freya rushed to the door of the compartment, and with force in her hands, she tried to rip the door open.

However, the door to the compartment had been locked from the outside, she couldn't open it.

Freya fumbled to turn on the light inside the compartment and she saw that there was a big black bed on the

compartment closest to the window, which was empty.

Freya's consciousness was getting more and more chaotic and her vision was getting blurred, she now simply didn't

have any spare brain cells to think.

She staggered over to the bed, wanting to lie down and sleep through the night.

But, as she had just laid down on the bed, her head was vaguely clear.

She had been forcibly locked into this compartment, and here, it was dangerous.

She can't find Kiki either, she has to go find Kiki!

Freya struggled to get up from the bed, her upper and lower eyelids kept fighting. With that little amount of alcohol,

it was the limit for her to stay awake for a short while after being drunk.

Freya's body stumbled violently and she fell straight to the ground.

Her hands kept clawing at the ground, but no matter how hard she grabbed, she couldn't get up off the ground.

When Jacob came out of the bathroom, he saw this scene that a woman in a white dress, lying on the floor,

scratching, her feet slightly tilted, which was charming and cute.

Jacob has always been cautious, he just didn't expect someone to have the audacity to drug his wine tonight.

He had always been restrained and naturally after being drugged he would not seek out a woman to vent his

frustrations, he went straight to his room and took a cold shower.

He never thought that a woman would somehow appear inside his room.

Is this the woman the Wells family got?

Even if he thought her back was a bit seductive, Jacob's first instinct was to throw her out.

"Get up! Get out!"

There was a distinctly fierce aura in Jacob's voice, a man who had emerged from the Shuraba with a hellish spectre

that was uncontrollably gut-wrenching.

If she had been sober, Freya would have been frightened by Jacob's voice, but she had always been slow to react

when she was drunk, and she really didn't feel afraid of the voice.

Moreover, she was now so drunk that she had long forgotten where she was.

She just muddled through thinking, did someone come to her for a fortune telling?

Freya turned her face and looked at Jacob, a handsome face not far away constantly swaying back and forth, but

she couldn't really see it.

Later, that face, again, began to appear phantom, and eventually, it became Mr. Fitzgerald’s face.