My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 886

In Asherton, I didn't have friends or relatives. If something had happened to me, no one would come for me. Even if I disappeared without a trace, no one would care. That was probably the reason why they'd targeted me. I wondered what had they injected into my body while I was out of it.

For the time being, all my strength was gone. I was like a lifeless vessel.

It was over. That phone call had been my one shot to call for help, but it was a mistake to call Michael. There was no hope left for me.

I spent the night in the holding cell. As expected, no one came for me, much less a lawyer.

They had my blood test results. They had drugged me with something, and had planted syringes with drugs in my bag at the hotel in public.

These were all verified facts. Everyone else must have believed that I was arrested for the possession and usage of drugs.

The door was suddenly unlocked and then opened. The same policewoman walked in, glancing at me indifferently.

She then turned to the other police officers behind her and said, "Miss Reid's case has been settled. Please fill her in."

"Yes ma'am!"

The policewoman left, leaving another in her place to watch over me. She drew out a document and handed it to me. "Miss Reid, this is your case file. You should sign it as soon as possible."

I took a few steps back to try and keep my distance from her. My voice trembled slightly. "Where are you planning on taking me?"

She didn't respond to that. She simply stared blankly at me and repeated, "Sign the documents."

"Where are you taking me?" My voice shook as I asked. I was close to breaking down.

She frowned, obviously unhappy with my questions. She glared at me as my brows furrowed heavily and said, "Miss Reid, please sign it."

I shook my head and stood at the corner. "How much do you want? I can pay you. Just let me go."

Her smile was tinged with sarcasm. She stared at me for a moment and said, "You probably haven't figured out the situation you're in yet. Let me ask you, have you heard about the sudden disappearances of rich girls?"

I frowned and held my gaze, waiting for what she'd say next. She continued, "Doing something just for money is a tad too vulgar, which is why it's never been a primary goal for us because for us, money is cheap."

I watched as she approached me, expressionless as she handed me the document. She yelled, "Sign it! Stop wasting time. If you're smart, you'll know that obedience is far better than resistance. As long as you're still alive, there's hope, right?"

She said these words in an exceptionally calm manner, as if trying to reason with a friend.

I couldn't understand how anyone could be so calm while saying such things.

Taking a breath, I calmed down and looked at her. "So, what do you want to do to me?"

Some amount of impatience colored her face. She handed the documents to me and said, "I'm giving you a chance. You think of yourself as royalty, don't you? Don't you dare play coy with me. You're free to die, if you like. I don't mind."

As she spoke, she pulled me by the hair and slammed me against the wall.

The pain was almost unbearable, leaving me little chance to resist, so I curled up my body and covered my head with my hands.