Chapter 740 Being Kidnapped (2)

But how could he give up his selfishness.

He hoped that the two would be separated at once.

But he was really helpless about the little girl's matter. Maybe with the help of Richie, they could find her more quickly.

As long as Consuela could be happy as soon as possible, he didn't care whether he would compromise or not.

The man smiled bitterly and stepped back, unwilling to disturb her.

Consuela stopped crying. She didn't laugh or cry, but she looked more pitiful.

It didn't take long for her to become like this.

"I've asked my men to look for Richelle. Don't be too sad. You shouldn't bear all the pain alone."

Richelle was also his child. They should be paying attention to their children together, not like now. She was too stunned to do anything.

"I... How could I not be sad... " Shaking her head, Consuela lowered her head, tears welling up in her red eyes.

Her child was gone, and all her hopes were crushed.

With a gleam of darkness in his eyes, he held the woman in his arms frankly and said in a soft and ethereal voice, "But you don't have to hold on any longer. I'll take care of everything."

Didn't she have to hold on?

As soon as Consuela was held in his arms, she smelled the familiar mint fragrance. Somehow, her panic was controlled by him.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Terence left the police station with a cigarette between his fingers. He looked a little lonely, and there was a sense of confusion in his eyes.

Why did he do all these?

Everything he did seemed to make a wedding dress for the others.

In the end, everything about Consuela didn't belong to him. He had tried his best for so many years. Should he give up long ago?

At the red light, he walked forward unconsciously.

The car whizzed past, and Terence's hand was held by someone. A clear voice resounded through his ears, "Sir, watch out the car..."

The owner of the car was still cursing, but the man who was almost in trouble was still in a state of trance, which made the girl who pulled him frown.

It was not easy for her to h

woman glanced at the little girl coldly, and her tone was as soft as a temptress at midnight, always wanting to kill people.

"Auntie, you didn't say that just now... Are you lying to me?" Then the girl began to cry.

"Why are you crying? If you keep crying, I'll throw you down so that you won't be able to see your mother again."

"……"

The girl sniffed.

It would be better to be thrown down than to stay here in fear but unable to save herself.

But if she was really killed, what about her mother?

The woman turned the steering wheel and said, "Some uncles will come over later and play a good game with you. Don't be afraid."

Even if she couldn't let the child die, she had to leave a shadow of childhood, and the shadow that would never be erased!

She wanted to let Consuela know that the God of fortune wouldn't always be with her!

She had offended her, and she would get them back one by one.

The little girl fell on the ground in front of the back seat and looked up from the rearview mirror. She could only see half of the woman's face. "Auntie... "

'Please don't do this to me! Please don't do this to me...' She didn't want this.

The woman's face turned cold, and even the speed of turning was unusually fast. She said in a calm and emotionless tone, "Don't bother me. What should you call me... By the way, you should call me Aunt Sheryl."