My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess
Chapter 212

Pungent Smell of Alcohol

At times like this, she couldn't afford to be careless.

Lucille stumbled forward, raised the bottle in her hand, and took another swig.

If she had any weakness, it was that she couldn't hold her alcohol. That was why Lucille's bottle was filled with water. However, she had deliberately doused her body in a scent to give off the pungent smell of alcohol. Lucille coughed as she walked, pretending to choke on the alcohol.

She stumbled into the deep alley and then used the communication device hidden in her ear to send a message to Robert.

"The target has appeared. Hurry over."

Lucille's plan was that regardless of whether it was Robert or her, as long as either of them was kidnapped by the mastermind behind the scenes, the other would pretend to pass by and get taken away by the same group of people.

In particular, Robert had a tiny camera on his body. All the footage he had captured would be transmitted to Benjamin. That way, they could reserve the evidence on a larger scale to convict the mastermind behind the scenes. Lucille appeared severely drunk. She couldn't walk straight and moved very slowly.

At that moment, three men were sitting in a cargo truck not far away.

One of the men, who had a scar on his face, looked at Lucille's back. He licked his lips and remarked, "I've been watching her for several days. Although she's not that pretty, her figure is very good! I want to pinch that slender waist of hers." kare you

sure that this girl doesn't have some kind of background?" Another person

frowned and murmured, "Don't make a mistake."

"I'm sure!" Derrick replied unhappily. "It's not like it's my first time observing someone. I've caught so many single people. How can you not trust me?"

The man thought about it. It was true, so he started the car and told Derrick and another companion, "Let's make a move, then. After we finish up with this one, we can go back and divide the money. Remember to be quick." "Okay, okay. Got it!"

Derrick couldn't wait any longer and immediately jumped out of the car.

Outside the entrance of the alley, Lucille leaned against the wall and walked forward. Suddenly, she heard someone pushing a cart as they approach her from behind.

She pretended to turn her head in a dazed manner, only to see two men in overalls pushing a box toward her. It seemed that they were moving something.

Lucille's brows twitched.

Lucille's brows twitched.

Punoond Smelt of Alcohol

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"D*mn it."

They had 'come faster than she had imagined.

However, there was no other movement in the alley, which meant that Robert had not arrived yet.

Thus, she had to find a way to delay them for a minute or two.

Countless thoughts flashed across Lucille's mind, but she still looked like she was drunk and in a daze.

Since she was a drunkard, she wouldn't act according to common sense.

Lucille pushed the bottle forward, pointing at one of the men, and began to drink crazily. "Come on. Cheers! Let's celebrate that I left that jerk and finally ended my suffering. From now on-" However, before she could finish her words, a pair of hands with defined joints suddenly reached out from behind her and took away her wine bottle.

Under Lucille's astonished gaze, the man in front of her, who had walked out of the dark alley, had a clear look in his eyes. He smiled at her and said, "Stop fooling around, babe. Let's go home." Lucille was stunned.

Who was that?!

Not only had he suddenly appeared, he even totally messed up her train of thought. What's more, he was pretending to be her boyfriend.

Lucille wasn't the only one who was confused by what was going on. Even the two men beside her, who had already taken out a towel and were about to lay their hands on Lucille, were stunned. The situation had suddenly gotten complicated.

Derrick made up his mind and decided to go through with it. He told his companions, "Whatever. Let's take them away together!"

Thus, they covered both Lucille's and the man's faces with the towels.

Lucille immediately smelled the chloroform on the cloth.

It was so heavy that even the tiniest sniff would knock her out for hours.