Love is the Sunshine

Chapter 144 Make Her Drink This

After Terence heard Rainer's report, anger gathered in his eyes. He was beside himself full of rage but

he still managed to control himself.

"Dear guests, the meeting today is over. Let's call it a day and I'll have my secretary inform you of the

next meeting." Terence smiled.

He was trying hard to retain his composure. Since he was going to be the leader of AJ Group in the

future, he would never allow himself to show a hint of panic in public no matter how urgent the situation

was.

He left the meeting room immediately, and strode to the direction of the elevator with a sullen face.

"How did it happen? What was the driver doing at that time? Why didn't he follow the kidnappers?"

Terence shouted.

Rainer and Nathan quickly followed after him.

"Mr. Terence, Wade is a very experienced driver in the group. If the kidnappers dared to commit the

crime in such a public place they must have been extremely cautious. They would have noticed that

someone was following them. However, Wade did mark the plate number of the vehicle and texted it to

me already,"

Rainer replied carefully as he wiped the nervous sweat from his brow. He knew that Terence must be

very worried for Carla. Rainer was confused as to why someone would dare to kidnap Carla.

It was obviously done to provoke Terence. Rainer shuddered at the thought of what Terence would do

to them when he found out who was behind it all.

Terence glanced at the phone to check the plate number and threw it to Nathan. "Check this plate! I

want to know where that fucking car is! You've got five minutes!" he shouted.

Meanwhile, in a deserted building, a few men gathered. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

A bearded man, by the name of Quintin, asked the man with dark sunglasses, "Boss, why did you

change your mind all of a sudden? We don't have to kill her, right?"

Once he was instructed to kill Carla, Quintin was unwilling to accept it. He couldn't bear to kill a

beautiful and harmless girl and commit a deadly sin.

"Quite simple. We have more than one client now, Quintin. This one has offered a much higher price.

The first client hired us to rape her and the other— Wants her dead!

We can make double on this girl. Why would I turn such a good offer down?"

The man in the dark sunglasses sneered as he took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Our business is always dangerous and risky. But the money we are going to get from this sweet deal

will set us up for life. We would be insane not to do it," said the man in the glasses known as, the boss.

Quintin listened carefully and glanced in the direction of the room where Carla was being held.

"Boss, who could this woman be? Why would so many people want to hurt her? Have you ever thought

about that?" he asked.

The boss held the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and thought for a moment. "I have no idea.

That's not my business. It doesn't matter who she is. It's not going to change anything.

Go ahead, give her the aphrodisiac. When it takes effect it will make things easier and more fun for us,"

the boss ordered. Quitin nodded. He took the bottle from the window sill and headed to the room where

Carla was.

Carla was tied tightly in the chair. The sudden appearance of Quintin shocked her.

"You must be really thirsty now? Here, drink some water and relax. It's okay. I mean you no harm." He

took the bottle of water that had been mixed with the aphrodisiac

and slowly removed the tape from her mouth. Then he brought the bottle up to her lips and said,

"Come on, drink some water."

"Can you let me drink it by myself? My hands are so numb and sore since they have been tied for so

long. There are so many men here and I won't escape. Please—" Carla pleaded.

As she spoke she glanced suspiciously at the bottle of water. She could tell that something had been

put in it, because there were still remains of a substance on the bottom.

'They're being very careless about hiding their ploys since they know that I can't escape anyway, '

Carla sighed to herself.

Quintin glanced at the two men that were standing guard outside the door. The thought that she would

die soon, softened his heart. After some hesitation he untied the rope from her hands and handed her

the bottle. "Here, drink it yourself."

"Thanks."

Carla was finally set free to some extent. She took the bottle from him slowly.

Carla was trying to buy herself some valuable time. If Wade wasn't able to find her, she knew that he

would immediately inform Terence.

She might still have a chance to survive this with a little more time.

However, she was aware that if nobody would come soon, she was definitely going to die here.

Terence was her only hope.

"Just drink it! What are you waiting for?" Quintin urged impatiently when he saw that she was

hesitating.

Carla looked at the bottle and complained, "Can you give me a bottle of clean water? It looks so dirty! I

can't drink it!"

"Humph! Little beauty, don't be so picky. To tell you the truth we put something in the water. Are you

going to drink it or not? If not, I'll make you drink it!"

As the man spoke he reached out to grab the bottle from her.

Carla snatched it out of the way and replied, "It's okay. I'll drink it myself. I promise."

She brought the bottle up to her lips.

When she was about to pour the water into her mouth she turned the bottleneck towards Quintin and

squeezed it, splashing the water into his face.

"Shit! Fuck! You are such a bitch!"

Quintin cursed in anger. The two men outside the door came in immediately.

When they realized that Carla was untied, they rushed to keep her inside the chair.

When Carla saw them coming at her, she threw the bottle at them. She then grasped the chair that she

had been tied to in both hands and waved it at anyone that tried to come nearer.

"Fuck off! All of you! Go away!" she shouted as she waved the chair madly.

Strong as the three men were, they were unable to approach her. Her fierce reaction was not what they

had expected. A hysterical woman was not easy to deal with. Their boss came over soon after when he

noticed the chaos in the room.

"You're all a useless piece of rubbish! To be defeated by a little girl!" the boss shouted angrily. "Jimmy,

go to her left side! Ted, go to her right side!

Quintin, take the chair from her front!"

The boss instructed tactics calmly and they gained on Carla from different directions.

Carla knew there was no way out. She noticed three beer bottles on the window sill behind her. She

took a few steps back to reach them, but Quintin lunged forward to get the chair.

"All right! I'll give it to you!" Carla shouted as she threw the chair at him with all of her might.

Immediately she turned around and grasped two of the beer bottles one in each hand. But Jimmy and

Ted were closing in on her. She could only hit one of them. She chose one as her target and closed her

eyes as she belted him across the head.

'One is better than none!' she thought.

"Fuck!"

Ted who was hit cursed out loud as he put his hand to his head. He looked down at his hand and it was

covered in blood. Filled with anger and rage he grabbed at her arms.

Jimmy ripped the bottle from her other hand and they both restrained her, holding her arms painfully

hard.

Ted who was enraged clenched his teeth and grabbed her roughly by the collar, tearing it.

Carla's T-shirt ripped open exposing her collarbone. Ted glared at her and was about to pounce when

Quintin stopped him.

"Easy, Ted. Don't be so rude to the young lady. I suggest we give her a little drink first. After all, this

bitch is too feisty. If she fights back, she might hurt us. Make her drink the aphrodisiac and we can do

whatever we want."

For what it was worth, Quintin was trying to make Carla suffer less.

The boss who had been standing aside picked up one of the bottles of beer from the ground and pulled

the cap off with his teeth. He took a small bag of powder from his pocket and poured it all into the beer.

He then covered the opening with his thumb and shook it.

He removed his thumb and passed it to them. Foam poured out of the bottle.

"Make her drink it! Be quick. We're running out of time!" he ordered.