Carsyn's POV
Why the hell am I even talking nonsense with this Mr. Handsome?
"Would you mind telling me why I am here?" I asked, glaring at him.
Mr. Handsome chuckled, clearly noticing my irritation, and said, "I wouldn't mind."
But after saying that, he stopped talking. Here I was, waiting for him to explain why I'd been kidnapped, but his smug behavior made it clear he was playing some kind of patience game with me.
Raising an eyebrow, I snapped, "Mr. Handsome, then please do me a favor and open your mouth."
By now, I knew I no longer looked calm or composed. He smirked, clearly enjoying my frustration.
"Why don't we play a little interaction game?" he suggested, his tone playful.
Carsyn's Thoughts
I wanted to punch his handsome face. But what could I do except agree?
"Okay," he began, "so, what's your name?"
As soon as that lame question came out of his mouth, I wanted to beat him to death. This guy didn't even know my name, and yet he'd kidnapped me. Was he serious?
I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. "My name is Carsyn David."
He repeated my name and said, "I see. It's beautiful."
"What?" I asked, confused.
He leaned closer, closing the distance between us, and said, "Both you and your name, dear."
I bet my cheeks were as red as a monkey's butt at this point.
It was my turn to ask a question. "Mr. Handsome, you don't even know my name. Why did you kidnap me?"
He laughed and said, "I didn't kidnap you. I just arranged for someone else to do it."
I couldn't make sense of what he was saying. I remembered hearing two guys calling him 'boss,' so I asked, "But why?"
This time, he clicked his tongue. "Guess what? It's my turn to ask questions. Have some patience, Miss Beauty—or should I call you Miss David?"
He continued, "So, as I hear, you're an MBBS student. What I want to know is, what's your relationship with Andreas?"
At the mention of my never-to-be husband, my mind raced. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Don't tell me my never-going-to-be husband told you to kidnap me because he wants to marry me? Did he fall for me?"
As soon as I said that, I slapped my hand over my mouth. Mr. Handsome's face was blank for a moment, but then he burst into laughter, clutching his stomach and pointing at me as if I'd told the biggest joke ever.
"Miss Beauty, you've got to be kidding me with your imagination!" he said between laughs.
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Carol's POV
Is this girl really from Earth? Her imagination level is insane. She actually thought she'd been kidnapped because Mafia leader Andreas Finley wanted to marry her.
And did I hear her call him her "never-becoming husband"?
I couldn't help laughing to the point where tears pricked my eyes. But I restrained myself when I saw her serious face. She looked like she might cry any second.
Somewhere deep down, I found her cute. Call me crazy, but I wanted to know more about her. Too bad Rose wouldn't give me the chance.
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Carsyn's POV
He eventually sat properly, putting on a serious face, as if he hadn't just been laughing like a madman.
Why is every handsome man I meet such a jerk?
Then I heard him say, "I kidnapped you because Andrea's wife asked me to."
Wait, what? Was he talking about the sweet girl I'd seen in Mr. Devil Finley's office? I'd thought she was kind, but she turned out to be a two-faced witch.
A troubling thought crossed my mind. Hesitant, I finally asked, "Did Mr. Finley also ask you to kidnap me?"
I crossed my fingers, dreading his answer.
He squinted at me, thinking for a moment, and finally said, "I asked him if he knew anyone named Carsyn. He said he didn't and told me to help his wife with whatever she needed. Normally, I wouldn't have answered that, but since this might be your last day on Earth, I thought I'd indulge you."
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. Andreas didn't even know me, and he'd asked Mr. Handsome to help his wife? Reality slapped me in the face. Here I was, foolishly in love with that devil.
And now, Mr. Handsome was saying this might be my last day alive.
Panic set in as I thought about my parents and brother. Before I could dwell on it, the sound of heels clicking against the floor snapped me out of it.
When I turned, there she was—the two-faced witch herself.
She smiled and thanked Mr. Handsome.
"My pleasure, Mrs. Finley," he replied, ignoring my desperate, pleading eyes.
Oh, wow. This guy, who'd been flirting with me minutes ago, was now acting like I didn't exist.
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Andrea's POV
Since I suspected Rose's father was plotting something against me, I had my men follow her every move.
So far, all I'd heard was that she kept meeting that guy of hers at hotels, staying for about an hour each time.
But I knew there was more to it. Her wolf of a father was up to something big, and he'd approach her soon. I instructed my men to inform me of any suspicious activity immediately.