The Woman From Hell
Chapter 2500

The road back to the apartment was filled with red lights.

There was a relatively long stretch of road without any traffic lights after I drove past two consecutive red lights.

I usually avoided roads that went through the city center and took the ones that went around since it was rush hour at this tim. While it was farther, it was much better than being stuck on the road. As usual, I drove on the highway. Usually, there would not be many cars on this side, only a few here and there.

I cracked open the window slightly. The cool wind outside poured into the car and cleared my head.

At this moment, the black car behind me abruptly accelerated and rushed to my front. I slammed on the emergency brake and stopped not far from the car.

Then, I let out a sigh of relief. Several well-built men got out of the car in front of me.

Sensing that something bad was about to happen, I immediately closed the window and grabbed my phone. The screen came to life, and I hurriedly made a call. Those people were coming toward me. I frowned and hurriedly left the phone in the car before getting out.

I was not familiar with their faces.

"Who are you?" I asked out loud.

None of them answered me. They just kept coming toward me and surrounding me.

There was another black car behind the first one at the front and another behind my car.

It was no wonder traffic here was so dense today. They were all targeting me.

I narrowed my eyes and looked around me, not seeing any familiar faces.

They were probably just following orders. Who was behind them?

Delia, or an enemy of the Yards?

"Can someone answer me? Who sent you? Why did you stop me here?"

Even if I was to die, I had to get an answer.

However, no matter how loudly I asked, none of them answered me.

Judging from their expressions, they seemed to be waiting for a signal.

Did they not dare act before their boss gave them the order?

"Are you Wanda Lane?"

A voice came behind me all of a sudden.

I turned my head around and followed the voice. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be about 40 years old.

"Who are you? I don't think we've met." I scrutinized the person before me. He was bigger in size and looked like an upstart. He was probably an upstart.

The middle-aged man fished out a business card from his black wallet and asked the person next to him to pass it to me. I accepted it and looked at it. Jacob March, chairman of Stout Ceramics?

"Chairman March, I don't think I know you. What's with this huge scene for our first meeting?" I looked up and met his small pair of eyes that were barely visible.

Jacob laughed. He extinguished the

cigarette in his hand, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot heavily. This action seemed like a demonstration to me. He came

toward me in just a few L.Met

"It

matters not whether you know me. It's enough that your grandfather knows me."

An enemy of the Yards had come knocking on my door. This was too soon. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a grandfather."

"Still not going to admit it, girly? You're the granddaughter who the Yards have been looking for for

many years, Selene. Don't deny it et

My contacts made sure of this a long time ago." Jacob waved his hand, his eyes seemingly telling me

not to get smart.

I was disgusted by that action of his and shrugged my shoulders before closing my eyes. It was hard to digest.

Some time passed and I opened

them slowly. "I've never planned on

returning to the Yards. If you wanted to gain something from me, then you've miscalculated. I'm Wanda Lane, not Selene Yard."

"Regardless, you're the granddaughter of the old man Silas Yard. I just need to catch you and use you to threaten him. What are you guys doing? Hurry up and catch her."