###Chapter 35 Kidnapped

Astley's underground parking lot is huge and empty. When I sit in the car and talk on the phone, I can hear the echo vaguely, and it's a little gloomy.

"Hempstead is really a good place, very suitable for life, very leisurely, I stayed there for a few days, and I feel very like the pace of life in this place, the weather is also good, very suitable for life."

Maisie said a lot. I turned on the loudspeaker of my phone and started the car. I was a little scared when I was in space in the basement.

As I backed up, I said, "You can stay in Hempstead for a few more days, get used to it, and take a look at the house for me. Jordan has set up another project for me, which is a bit difficult. I may not be able to leave recently."

She leaned on and said, "You're going to leave, so if you want to take any project, you should go thoroughly. Don't be a pussy."

I don't know how to go thoroughly, but the hearts of the people are repeated, and it's not as simple as a few words.

"Bang!" As soon as I pulled out of the parking space, I didn't know what I bumped into. My heart thumped and said to the phone, "Maisie, I seem to have hit something. I'll hang up first and call you later."

With that, without waiting for Maisie to say a word from her mouth, I hung up the phone and opened the door to get out of the car to check.

Except for small animals, there is nothing else in the basement. I hope it didn't hit too hard.

Looking in a circle, sure enough, a kitten was lying in the dead corner of the rear car, which seemed to have been badly hit. I went over to see it. I just squatted down. I didn't know who covered my mouth from behind, and a pungent medicine invaded the wing of my nose.

I lost consciousness almost for a moment, and when I realized the danger, it was too late.

When I gained my consciousness, it was dark all around me, and the surrounding area was so quiet that I could almost hear the sound of embroidery needles falling to the ground.

After a few minutes of panic, I calmed myself down. The person who kidnapped me still let me live. There must be a purpose. In my capacity as Mrs. Astley, maybe looking for money, or maybe using me to threaten Jordan.

But either way, so far, my life may not be in danger.

Gradually calmed down, about half an hour later, I heard a harsh sound, and then a strong light came.

Then came the voice of a middle-aged man, "this woman is awake!"

The light was so harsh that I got used to the bright light and scanned the environment around me. I knew that I had just been locked up in a container and looked at the man three meters away from me because I could not see him clearly with the light behind my back.

But with a slightly fat body and a hoarse voice, I can tell that he is a middle-aged man with the smell of cologne, which is usually worn only by men with a little success.

This man is not a local ruffian and hooligan, but a business boss or middle-aged white-collar worker.

"When she wakes up, cover her eyes, and take her there!" The man spoke, and then I saw a small man. They covered their faces. I couldn't see what they looked like.

I was still dizzy. Although I could see the environment around me, I couldn't move at all. I was blindfolded. I was dragged and carried for a long way, and it seemed that I had been pushed into one of the rooms.

Then my eyes were untied. I regained some strength, and my voice was a little hoarse. "who are you and what am I doing here?"

The thin man did not open his mouth, but the middle-aged man said, "Miss Mrs. Astley, don't be nervous. We've invited you to see a good show, and we'll send you back after watching it."

Then I smashed the door of the room. I was bound, sat on a shabby bed, struggled a few times, and then decided to just give up. I should save my strength.

A conversation suddenly rang out in the dark room.

"Be careful, you said, you will divorce her and then marry me. Don't keep me waiting too long, will you?"

The sound of her voice - Nicole?

"Nicole, don't fool around!" Jordan's voice sounded different from usual, a bit like he had drunk too much.

Why am I hearing their conversation? Who wants me to hear this?

"Be careful, are you in love with her now? Is that why you don't want to divorce her?" The voice sounds a little anxious as if the two are a little ambiguous.

Then came the sound of thin fragments, which should be the sound of taking off his clothes. Jordan said with some patience, "Nicole, stop fooling around, I married her."

"What about getting married again? You don't love her, Jordan. Didn't you say you love me very much? I'm well, and we'll have another child, shall we?"

"Nicole."

The voice after that is the intermittent intertwined voice of men and women, and I shut my eyes to control myself to isolate these voices.

But the more you don't want to hear it, the louder and more excruciating it is.

The louder Nicole shouted, the more trembling I was, and even began to retch my stomach.

As far as I know, I have always known about the relationship between Nicole and Jordan. I was not surprised that they had sex, but I didn't think I would hear the sound of their dry firewood fire. I didn't want to know how they were intertwined.

After a long time, I spit out almost everything in my stomach, and I sat by the bed as if I had been drained of my strength. The pain in my heart began to dry up, and countless cracks were torn apart between the cracks. It hurts as if thousands of ants are biting me.

"Miss Mrs. Astley, was the play wonderful?" The door was opened and the fat man came in, his voice smiling and it disgusts me.

I looked at him and couldn't see his face clearly. I stared at him in the eye and said in disgust, "What did Nicole ask you to do?"

Apart from her, I don't know who else would do such a disgusting thing!

"Does it matter?" He laughed. "Miss Mrs. Astley must be in a very special mood from hearing such a wonderful play."

"What do you want?" I'm afraid I'm not just here to disgust me.

"Clever!" The fat man raised his voice and continued, "I heard that Miss Mrs. Astley received Astley's audit this year. I wonder if Miss Astley is interested in making a deal with me."

I sneered. "What makes you think I will make a deal with you after you brought me in such a dirty way to disgust me?"

He mused for a moment and said slowly in a low voice, "With the child in Miss Mrs. Astley's belly." I froze and broke out in a cold sweat. How could he know?

He seemed satisfied with my reaction and smiled and said, "What do you think? Looking at Miss Mrs. Astley's appearance, she doesn't seem to want Mr. Astley to know that he should have a plan of his own. In that case, we might as well work together, shall we? "

"What do you want me to do?" Astley's audit, no matter who is handed over in the end, will make a lot of money. It is indeed normal for some people to argue, but this method is a bit too despicable.

"Astley's audit open bidding!" He spoke.

I frowned and frowned slightly. "Is that all?"