Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 92: Into the Tiger’s Den

It all happened so suddenly. Before Wren Sutton could even struggle or resist, she was dragged into an unfamiliar private room.

She was terrified, instinctively crying out for help, but her shouts were drowned out by the heavy slam of the door. No one heard her.

"Bro, this is the woman, right?"

The man with the tattooed arm asked in a coarse, grating voice.

The man in the seat, wearing a baseball cap, glanced at his phone, then looked up at Wren.

"That’s right. It’s her, Wren Sutton."

Hearing this, Wren had a bad feeling. She was both nervous and afraid.

She didn’t know them, but they knew her, and it seemed they held a grudge against her.

"I haven’t done anything to offend you. Why did you grab me?"

The man in the baseball cap had a cold look in his eyes and a menacing aura.

"You cost my wife her job and got her slapped with a lawsuit. I had to bankrupt myself just to bail her out. You’re the one to blame for all this, and don’t think you can get out of paying this debt."

Her job, the lawsuit...

Wren’s heart sank. She had a faint idea of what this was about and blurted out, "You’re Chloe Foster’s husband?"

The man in the baseball cap stood up and advanced on Wren, step by step.

Wren instinctively backed away.

The man with the tattooed arm pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the small of her back, threatening her viciously. "If you don’t want to die, stand still and don’t move."

Wren was forced to stop. A blade has no eyes; she didn’t dare make any sudden moves.

The man in the baseball cap stopped in front of Wren. He lifted her chin with a flippant gesture and couldn’t resist stroking it twice.

"Pretty smart."

Wren fought back her disgust.

"Chloe Foster and I were just colleagues. I have no grudge against her."

"No grudge?" The man in the baseball cap sneered, his expression dark and terrifying.

"My wife worked her ass off to become the president’s chief secretary, and because of you, she has nothing now. She’s a wreck, dragging the whole family down. This is all on you."

At this point, Wren knew there was no use arguing or trying to defend herself. It would be meaningless and only anger him further.

’If I’m not mistaken, besides getting revenge for Chloe Foster, his main goal is to extort money from me.’

"I understand how you feel. You grabbed me because you want me to compensate Chloe Foster. The money isn’t a problem. Just name your price."

The man in the baseball cap patted Wren’s face twice.

"Big words. You think you can fool me like I’m a three-year-old?"

Wren swallowed her humiliation.

"I’m serious about compensating you. I’m not kidding."

"As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll give you however much money you want. And I promise I won’t tell anyone about what happened today. I’ll act like nothing ever happened."

"Bro, the woman gets it. Hurry up and name a price so we can take the money and go," the man with the tattooed arm said, tempted.

The man in the baseball cap was also starting to waver.

His original intention in grabbing Wren was for money, nothing else. After thinking it over, he held up his hand to show a number.

"Eighty million."

Wren didn’t dare hesitate and immediately nodded in agreement.

The man in the baseball cap warned, "Don’t try any tricks, or it won’t just be about money anymore."

"I wouldn’t dare."

Satisfied, the man in the baseball cap shot a look at the man with the tattooed arm.

The man with the tattooed arm put away his dagger.

Wren breathed a small sigh of relief.

The man in the baseball cap handed her a bank card. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Transfer the money to this account. Quickly."

Wren obediently opened her mobile banking app, but due to network issues, the login failed.

The man in the baseball cap frowned impatiently. "What’s going on?"

"The reception is bad in the private room. The banking app won’t log in," Wren said after trying several times.

Just then, the man with the tattooed arm spoke up. "Bro, the internet speed in here really is terrible."

"Use your data."

"The data doesn’t work either. I’ve tried."

The man in the baseball cap lost his patience and swore, "What kind of fucking shithole restaurant is this? A place that costs ten thousand a head has such trash internet."

The man with the tattooed arm suggested, "Let’s take her out of the room and do it in the car."

"No," the man in the baseball cap rejected the idea flatly. "The second we’re out that door, all she has to do is scream for help, and we’re finished."

"If she dares to scream, I’ll stab her to death," the man with the tattooed arm said, deliberately trying to scare Wren.

Wren played her part well. Her legs went weak, and she nearly fell, managing to squeeze out a few tears.

"Please, don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! I’ll give you the eighty million, every last cent. Please, I’m begging you, let me go."

Seeing how terrified she was, the man in the baseball cap didn’t think she was faking it. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to take her out of the private room and to the car.

The man with the tattooed arm put on his jacket and went to open the door, the dagger hidden up his sleeve, ready to be drawn at any moment to stab someone.

The two men flanked Wren, one on her left and one on her right.

"Bro, I’ll go pay the bill at the front desk. You guys go on ahead to the car."

"Okay."

Just as the man in the baseball cap finished speaking, a waitress appeared from around the corner of the hallway, walking toward them.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wren’s eyes.

The waitress recognized her, too.

"Miss Sutton! President Lancaster sent me to find you."

Wren kept her composure. "I ran into two old classmates and was just chatting with them for a bit."

Her tone of voice was normal, but her eyes were desperately trying to signal to the waitress that she was in danger.

The waitress, having received professional training, understood immediately.

Worried the waitress might get suspicious, the man in the baseball cap deliberately emphasized, "That’s right, the three of us were high school classmates. We just happened to run into each other."

"Oh, then I won’t disturb you."

The waitress pretended to leave, quickening her pace as she brushed past the man in the baseball cap.

Once around the corner, she quickly pressed a hidden alarm button on the wall. Only the front desk and the security office would hear it, so it wouldn’t tip off the kidnappers.

Then, she immediately returned to the private room to inform Adrian Lancaster.

As they neared the front desk, the right eye of the man in the baseball cap began to twitch violently. He had a very strong, bad feeling.

But everything around them seemed normal. There was nothing suspicious.

He told himself he was just overthinking it.

The man with the tattooed arm went to pay the bill.

Wren kept her head down, glancing at the man in the baseball cap out of the corner of her eye. He gripped her arm tightly, pulling her toward the exit, terrified she would run away.

Wren knew in her heart that once they left the restaurant, she would truly be a lamb in a tiger’s den. Her fate would be uncertain.

Holding her breath, she found the right moment, then suddenly threw her arm up and viciously elbowed the man in the baseball cap in the face.

He cried out in pain as blood gushed from his nose. He instinctively let go of her, his face contorted with uncontrollable rage.

Before he could even curse, several burly security guards rushed over, pinned him to the ground, and held him firmly in place.

"Wren Sutton, you bitch! You dared to play me!"

"Shut up!"

Meanwhile, the man with the tattooed arm had been apprehended at the front desk. Panicking, he lost his cool, pulled out his dagger, and held it to the cashier’s throat, taking her hostage.

"Stay back, or I’ll slit her throat right now!"

The security guards didn’t dare make a move.

Although Wren was out of danger, watching the cashier being held hostage filled her with terror. She was worried the cashier would get hurt.

"Let her go right now! Don’t make things worse for yourself."

The man with the tattooed arm glared at her menacingly. "I can let her go, but on one condition: you take her place. Come over here."

Wren was caught in a dilemma.

She wanted to save the cashier, but she didn’t want to put herself in danger again.

Just then, Adrian Lancaster’s deep, icy voice came from behind her.

"Stop threatening a woman. I’ll take her place as your hostage."