206: Chapter 206: Kidnapped Her

Chapter 206: Kidnapped Her

There was a silence for a few seconds. Apparently, Susan didn't expect the plan to change. "This little bitch is always going against me," muttered Susan, grinding her teeth.

She dared kidnap Donna, but Savannah...

Behind Savannah, there's Dylan, after all.

If she really pissed Dylan off, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking about her poor son and the harsh words left by Dylan in the press conference last time, Susan shuddered. She was about to tell the tattooed man to throw Savannah out in a deserted suburb when the man started to speak again. "By the way…"

"What's up?"

The man told Susan about the conversation between Savannah and Donna at the cafe.

They followed Donna for a whole day to find a chance to take action, and they watched her all the time and heard the two talking.

Susan was surprised at the news. So that's actually arranged by Savannah?

Savannah was responsible for her divorce?!

"That bitch! Get her tied up and take her there with that woman together! You can do whatever you want!" Susan muttered through clenched teeth. Now all she wanted was to kill Savannah to vent her hatred!

"Yes." The tattooed man received the order and hung up.

In the back seat, Savannah was drenched in a cold sweat.

The van was quiet, and she had caught what the man said to Susan.

She had no idea what Susan was going to do with her and Donna. But it wouldn't be a good thing.

There? Where?

Savannah kicked the van door and struggled for all she was worth.

"Be quiet!" The ginger-haired man on the copilot seat shouted over his shoulder. "I'll kill you if you make any noise again!"

Savannah, however, was still struggling and whimpering with desperation to get away.

The ginger-haired man got more irritated. He whipped out a Swiss army knife from the waist, showing its sharp edge to Savannah. "You almost spoiled our things just now. Now you want to draw the attention of the police? I'll teach you a lesson first!"

"What're you doing?" The tattooed man in the driver's seat yelled.

"Boss, this girl's a little out of control. Let me cut one of her fingers so that she can learn how to be quiet!"

"Cut her finger? Are you silly? She won't be accepted if she's injured! I still want her to fetch a good price." scolded the tattooed man.

What does that mean? Savannah froze, won't be accepted? A good price?

Are they going to sell her and Donna to someone else?

The ginger-haired man reluctantly put the knife back; then he leaned back, took out a handkerchief, and covered Savannah's face.

A strange smell came into Savannah's nose. Her eyes hazed over, and she sank down in a dead faint.

***

When Savannah woke up again, she had no idea what time it was.

She could only feel the darkness around her and could not see anything clearly.

But for sure, it's not in the van.

Her hands and feet were still tied, but luckily the cloth fell out of her mouth. Or maybe it was because it's a secret place, and their kidnappers were not afraid they would yell.

By the weak light of somewhere, Savannah found Donna lying a little distance from her. "Donna... Donna..." she cried in a low voice.

Donna was roused. Straightening up, she remembered what happened and started to realize their hopeless situation.

"Savannah... Who kidnapped us?" whispered Donna, blanching with fright.

"Susan!" Savannah replied bitterly.

Donna frowned and said guiltily, "Savannah, I'm sorry, I'm to blame. I shouldn't have asked you out today, and I shouldn't have gone to the washroom. Susan's target was me, and if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been involved."

"It's none of your business. Donna, the most important thing is to save ourselves." Savannah calmed down!

"Where are we?" Donna tried to calm herself, looking around.

It was a large room with big containers.

They were marked with "made in America" and some numbers, which seemed to be the weight and dimensions.

Everything looked oddly familiar to Savannah, and she seemed to have seen them somewhere.

Oh yes. When she was a child, her father drove on the business of the Schultz factory pretty well, and occasionally they would export goods to other countries.

Her father took her to the wharf together several times.

She saw workers loading the goods into similar shipping containers, and they would be delivered to overseas countries.

Are they on a freighter now?

Yes, they must be on board!

That's why the kidnappers dared to pull out the strips of cloth from their mouths. At sea, they could not be saved even if they shouted themselves hoarse!

Susan sent them on a cargo ship to sneak them out of the country?!

The two of them would have immigration records and would be easily found if taken abroad by air or by train.

But now they were in a big freighter, and it's much harder for the police to find them!

Savannah told Donna about the speculation.

"What's Susan up to? Where does she want to smuggle us to?" Donna looked rather pale.

Savannah listened with her brows drawn together in a frown.

Just at that moment, the door was pulled open, and a woman came in with two bowls in her hand. She was of medium height and had a sharply pointed face.

"Good, you wake up. Eat your dinner." She said as she put two bowls on the ground in front of them.

Looking out of the opened door, Savannah saw a faint angle of the blue sea beyond the railings of the deck. She could also hear the smack of wave against the side of the ship.

Sure enough, she and Donna were at sea!

She gritted her teeth and looked up at the middle-aged woman.

"Where are you going to ship us? It's against the law! Let us go! If it's for money, we'll give it to you!"

The middle-aged woman stood with her hands on her hips. "Let you go? In your dreams! You've been sold to me! That's a lot of money!"2

"Where are we going?" Donna trembled.

"Oh, you're going to the red-light districts of Mexico City to make money for me. You're both pretty good looking. I'm sure you'll make me a lot of money." The middle-aged woman bent down and raised Savannah's chin, looking at her white face with great satisfaction.

This twenty-year-old girl was a real beauty.

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