I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 129: The Overlapping Sensation of Temporal Displacement

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: The Overlapping Sensation of Temporal Displacement

Isabelle Somerville had duct tape over her mouth, her hands tied behind her back, and her legs bound with tape, unable to move at all.

She looked at the people around her in terror and despair. She had just gone shopping like any other day and never expected to be kidnapped on her way back.

After graduation, she encountered human traffickers, and now she was being kidnapped again. She just wanted to be a lazy rich second-generation, lying at home with no big ambitions. Why did she have to face such things?

"Mmm... mmm..."

She wanted to speak, but could only make whimpering noises.

The man with streaks of yellow in his hair saw Isabelle struggling fiercely, irritably slapped her across the face, and said impatiently, "Behave yourself, or else you’ll feel worse."

Isabelle’s eyes widened, tears seemingly frozen in her eyes, not daring to make the slightest move.

She didn’t understand. These people didn’t seem to be after money or lust; what was the meaning of kidnapping her?

At this moment, a woman walked in, looking very much like a doll with her big wavy curls. The men who kidnapped her were very solicitous, handing her a seat, and the yellow-haired man even handed her a cigarette.

Speaking obsequiously, "Boss, we’ve done everything as you ordered."

Lilian finished a cigarette, walked up to Isabelle, grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at her.

Speaking expressionlessly, "Your looks aren’t bad. Once we’re done with Quiana Sutton, we’ll sell you on the black market. You should fetch a good price."

The yellow-haired man repeatedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."

The day Lilian was utterly humiliated by Quiana Sutton, that man thought the useless had no place by his side and kicked her out. Being thrown out made her the subject of ridicule.

Whenever she thought of the shame she suffered, her hatred for Quiana Sutton deepened, her voice laced with icy malice:

"You guys prepare well. When she arrives, don’t hold back. If you can torture her before killing, do so; if not, then just kill her."

"We understand."

Listening to the conversation, Isabelle’s already shocked pupils seemed to open wider.

They kidnapped her to get to Cece.

What to do?

She was bound so tightly she couldn’t even move, let alone warn her.

On the way, Quiana Sutton had tried calling Isabelle, but all she heard was "The number you have dialed is unavailable," her face growing increasingly anxious and grim as time passed.

Finally, she arrived at the specified location.

Surrounded by a barren mountain, there was nothing but this abandoned house. She took out her phone for a look, only to find even the signal was blocked.

The people inside the house heard the car engine stop and said excitedly, "She’s here. Everyone, get ready."

They lurked behind the door, ready to catch Quiana Sutton as soon as she opened it.

Isabelle struggled desperately and managed to push the tape off her mouth. She screamed, "Run, they’ve set a trap."

Hearing Isabelle’s scream, the yellow-haired man turned and without hesitation slapped her, "Are you fucking seeking death?"

Isabelle bit hard on her whitening lips, glaring defiantly at him, piquing yellow-haired man’s interest:

"Feisty little girl, aren’t you? I quite like that. Just selling you seems a bit of a waste. I should have some fun before selling you."

Outside, Quiana Sutton heard Isabelle’s voice, feeling a moment of relief confirming Isabelle was alive. But she also knew that Isabelle’s warning had thoroughly angered them, potentially putting her in more danger. Without a second thought, she kicked the door open.

One of them, unable to dodge in time, was knocked unconscious by the door.

The others took a few cautious steps back, just narrowly avoiding danger.

Instinctively, everyone looked up at Quiana Sutton standing at the door, feeling an indescribable panic and oppression.

When they initially heard Lilian say their opponent was just a woman, they agreed readily. But now, inexplicably, there was a pang of fear and regret.

As the sunlight from outside flooded in, Quiana saw Isabelle bound tightly, her cheeks swollen and red. Instantly, a sharp killing intent towards the others erupted from her gaze.

At the same time, she saw a familiar face.

"It’s you."

Lilian pushed away people blocking her path, her expression cold and filled with resentment.

"You finally came." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Did Lilian hate her?

Suffocating malice filled Quiana Sutton’s heart.

Their interaction was a mere passing acquaintance, why such animosity?

She didn’t like to kill or resort to violence, but Lilian had touched someone she shouldn’t have.

This matter seemed to trigger one of her taboos, driving her to the brink of collapse.

"You all deserve to die!"

Without hesitation, she lunged forward. Two didn’t react in time and were kicked unconscious. Lilian, seeing this, unflinchingly approached Isabelle, pushing aside the yellow-haired man, putting a gun to Isabelle’s forehead, "If you dare continue, I’ll kill her."

For a moment, it felt like a time warp, the scene in front of her overlapping with the most haunting memory.

She and her brother were kidnapped. He broke free and could have escaped alone, but insisted on saving her, used as a hostage, unwilling to make any move, and in the end got shot in the heart.

Every time she dreamt, she wondered; if he had escaped that day, would she have avoided the inescapable fate she struggles with now?

Lilian saw Quiana Sutton stopping her actions, even the murderous intent in her eyes fading, mistakenly thinking her threat was effective.

She ordered the yellow-haired man and the two still standing, "Tie her up quickly."

The two who learned the hard way about Quiana Sutton’s strength hesitated, even after Lilian’s orders, not daring to approach.

Lilian was furious, "Hurry up, or I’ll kill you first."

The yellow-haired man was impatient too, "Stop dawdling and get moving."

The two looked at each other; it seemed worth the risk than waiting to be killed by Lilian. They hesitated no more, stepping forward to bind Quiana Sutton.

After tying her up, they slammed her heavily to the ground.

At this moment, her eyes seemed to lose focus; a mist of white blurred her vision, her body drained of strength.

Seeing Quiana Sutton seemingly not fighting back, the two became intrigued.

Gazing greedily and obsessively at Quiana Sutton, "Can we really have fun with her before killing her?"