Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart
Chapter 8 A Mysterious and Low-Key Bigwig
It got dark early in late autumn. A gust of wind swept past, leaving the leaves flying in all directions.
It was almost half past six. Jane gritted her teeth and ran forward with all her might.
On the winding road ahead, a car was driving fast, heading straight towards her. The driver, Todd, didn't expect anyone on the road. He got panicked.
He was forced to slow down instead of braking sharply. Todd turned the steering wheel inward to avoid the woman on the ground.
The lights were dazzling. Jane wanted to dodge the car, but it was too late. Although the car had slowed down, she was still knocked to the side.
Before losing consciousness, she felt sorry for herself. Perhaps her ending was even worse than the plot in the book. She might die from this accident.
"Mr. William, Mrs. Duncan suddenly ran over. And I...."
Todd got dumbfounded. He came with Mr. William to negotiate with the kidnappers. And now they knocked down Mrs. Duncan!
He shook his head and suddenly had an idea. This was a test plotted by Mrs. Duncan. She wanted to know
the police. Go back the same way and head to the
even frown. After opened the rear door, picked up Jane, tossed her into the car, and
the guts
right behind us. They will arrive soon. I don't know who called the police
said with a serious expression, "Along with the police come a large number of reporters,
low-key. If the news of Mrs. Duncan being kidnapped was made public, someone
William got divorced, he probably wouldn't be
mind. Just call grandpa and tell him
rubbed his forehead while saying this, although he knew that he would be scolded by grandpa. Colin would blame him for
had somehow come to herself. Jane didn't doubt that William would have stuffed her into the car like a chicken if she didn't have several scratches on her
She was now lying on his lap, and the faint
He was like mint, cold and indifferent, with no emotions
According to the book, William and Jane had been married for six years, and their son, Dayton, was five years old. Other than the wedding night, they had never