My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 885

The policewoman remained indifferent. With a cold look she said, "Miss Reid, now isn't the time to contact your family. Please cooperate with us for the test."

"No way!" I retorted. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a cellphone in the doctor's pocket. Instinctively, I reached my hand towards the doctor and gave him a hard shove.

That caught the doctor off guard as he fell to the ground. I swiftly grabbed the phone from his white coat.

However, before I could turn it on, it was snatched away from my hand. The policewoman was quick on her feet. Without hesitation, she had me pressed to the ground with both of my hands restrained behind

me.

My joints had been twisted painfully, and my face pressed to the cold tiles on the ground. Although I wanted to speak, nothing came out.

The policewoman's voice bellowed against my ear. "Arianna, you're causing obstruction to police work. I have the right to detain you."

I pursed my lips, unable to say a word. Rather, I was trying to think as hard as I could on how to

save myself.

Because of what I'd done, the other policemen had hurried over and led me back to the lockup, leaving the policewoman, who simply looked at me without a word.

Her pair of grim eyes sent shivers down my spine. After a long time, she said, "You'd best behave. There are ways we can dispose of you otherwise. Your body would be taken so deep into the forest, you won't even have a clue how you'll meet your end."

I barked out a laugh as I looked up at her. "So, you're admitting that you set me up? What's this supposed to be? Are you framing me? Or are you going to murder me?"

Her lips curled, showing off a cold smile. "It doesn't matter. You may think as you please. But since you're here now, be good and forget about leaving."

"Who the hell are you? Why do you want to arrest me?" If I were going to end up dead, then I should have the right to know why.

The policewoman shrugged, then raised her eyebrows with a smile. "It doesn't matter who we are. What's important is that we need young and beautiful women like you." Was this human trafficking? Or was it organ

trafficking?

My face paled slightly. Those were the only two possibilities I could think of.

Looking at how pale I'd gone, she stood up and inched closer to me. Her fingers curled around my jaw and tightened. Her grip on my stung.

I frowned as I stared daggers at her. "How much money do you want? I can pay you."

She sneered, bending down to come closer to my face. Her delicate features with a sense of coldness came in full view. "Miss Reid, you should be counting your blessings about how lucky you are compared to all the other women we captured. Usually, you'd already be out of the country by now."

As I looked at her, my heart thundered rapidly within me and my body shook with fear and dread.

She returned to her seat, eyes light. "Just relax. Don't worry, you won't die just yet."

As soon as I saw her leave, my legs went limp and I slumped to the ground.

It was the 21st century. Why were crimes like this still so prevalent in societies? Or was my abduction somehow justifiable?

It meant that someone had possibly planted the syringes and drugs in my bag on purpose, so that they'd have a legitimate reason to bring me in.

They worked in broad daylight as so-called policemen, but were nothing but scums in the shadows.

This meant that in the few hours that I'd been brought in, they'd just been stalling for time, waiting for the moment I'd do something to incriminate myself, so they could detain me here.