Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 488 - 490: You Will Not Hurt Me?

After bidding the doctors farewell, he hummed a little tune. Holding the room card in one hand, he swiped it, opened the door, and stepped into his room.

As he turned to close the door, a black shadow lunged at him.

Startled, George Stanford exclaimed, "Who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, someone covered his mouth and nose. The group barged into his room and shut the door.

George Stanford glared furiously at the intruders, attempting to resist.

"Dr. Standford, we just want to talk to you. We won’t hurt you." Seeing his fierce struggle, one of the men spoke.

Hearing them speak the language of Country A, George Stanford calmed down considerably.

At least they’re here for a reason, not to rob me.

"Mmph..."

"Dr. Standford, do you have something to say?"

George Stanford nodded. The man stared at him with a smirk. "Alright, I’ll let go. You won’t struggle or resist pointlessly, will you, Dr. Standford?"

George Stanford nodded again.

The man released him. George Stanford took a deep breath and glanced at the tall, burly men. "Who exactly sent you?"

"If Dr. Standford is curious, you’ll find out in due time."

"You won’t hurt me?"

George Stanford looked skeptical. They’ve already barged in here; would they really be so kind?

"Of course we won’t hurt Dr. Standford. That is, provided Dr. Standford cooperates with us."

George Stanford knew it. Things wouldn’t be that simple.

Understanding, he nodded and calmed himself. "Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate?"

The burly men exchanged glances, then chuckled. "Come back to our country with us."

"I can’t. My academic exchange isn’t over yet. I can’t leave now."

George Stanford’s mind raced. He had to buy time, find a way to warn Thomas Shannon. Let him know he was in danger. If Shannon still wanted the maniac’s face to heal, he’d have to send people to rescue him.

"Since Dr. Standford isn’t willing to cooperate, then we’ll just have to ’invite’ Dr. Standford back to our country our own way." These men had merely tried a polite approach first, but it turned out George Stanford was unappreciative. Since he refused to cooperate, they would have to resort to their own methods to take him back.

George Stanford’s expression changed dramatically. "What are you trying to—"

One of the men raised his hand. Poised in mid-air like a blade, he brought it down hard on the back of George Stanford’s neck.

After George Stanford collapsed, the man quickly disguised him before they took him away.

...

SPLASH.

Water hit his face.

George Stanford groggily awoke, only to have another bucket of icy water thrown in his face.

George Stanford turned his head to the side, gasping for air.

"Dr. Standford is finally awake."

Hearing the voice, George Stanford turned his head and saw a man sitting nearby.

Judging by his attire, he must be the mastermind behind my kidnapping.

George Stanford snorted, simmering with suppressed anger.

Even Young Master Shannon, who needed his help, had never treated him this way! Who does this man think he is? Daring to tie me up and douse me with water... It’s... outrageous!

Frank Mitchell, holding a cigarette in one hand, smiled faintly. He walked closer. "Dr. Standford, you don’t know who I am yet, do you? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Frank Mitchell. I’m a friend of the maniac."

"A friend of Fiona’s?" George Stanford sized him up from head to toe, then scoffed. "Fiona might be ugly, but she’s not ugly on the inside. She wouldn’t befriend someone like you."

This comment was a disguised snub towards Sophie Sullivan, yet also a compliment.