Chapter 283 Hatred

"Ouch!" Ashley felt like she had been run over by a car when she came to. Every part of her body was aching.

Sharp pain spread through her body, especially the back of her neck.

She couldn't see anything. It was all dark. There was a damp and moldy smell in the air. Her mouth was gagged and she couldn't utter a word.

'Where am I?'

Panic was starting to build within her.

She tried to move her hands and legs, but she couldn't budge even a millimeter.

They were bound tightly to the chair on which she was seated. She was unable to move.

"Mmh."

She struggled as hard as she could.

There was no sound in the empty room except the small noises she made as she desperately tried to wriggle free.

The scariest part of it was the pitch dark room.

She closed her eyes tight, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

Where the hell was she?

Why was she being held captive here?

Her confusion didn't last too long. Suddenly, the door creaked open.

She tried to focus in the dark by opening her eyes wider, but a bright light blinded her, making her squeeze her eyes shut again.

When she managed to open her eyes again, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sat on a wheelchair. He stared at Ashley, resentment, viciousness and something dark and disturbing reflecting in his eyes.

Ashley trembled, her body wanting to recoil at the sight, but unable to do so since it was bound tightly to the chair. She could barely breathe.

She went pale. Aghast, she tried to talk in a muffled tone through the gag. "Who are you? Where am I? Why have you tied me up?"

He didn't reply. Instead, he seemed to cheer up at the terrified expression on her face. He raised his hand and waved to his back. Two bodyguards ran up to him immediately and pushed his wheelchair to one side.

"So you are Ashley, right?" the man asked. His voice was as hoarse as a raven's. There was something very creepy about his face that gave her the chills.

or his weakness. As they say, 'God helps those who help themselves'. He had finally discovered Andrew's Achilles heel.

He didn't expect a man like Andrew to treat a woman so nicely. He drove her to and from work and let her move into the Golden Palace where he lived.

Andrew was known for his mysophobia, so whoever stepped into his villa would be thrown out immediately.

All his waiting and efforts had been worthwhile. He had finally found the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Andrew had put him through hell, so he had to make him have a taste of the same medicine.

This woman was a God-sent gift to him.

He was now looking forward to seeing Andrew's reaction when he finds out that the woman he loved so much had been kidnapped by him.

Kerr had no fear and nothing to lose. Now, he was going to be ruthless. He wasn't the same guy who would get anxious when Andrew frowned slightly at him. No... Now, he wasn't afraid of anybody!

Meanwhile, the silver Rolls-Royce was parked beside the tree where Ashley had disappeared from.

Inside the car, Andrew was sitting in the backseat and working on his notebook computer.

His brows were furrowed as he concentrated hard on his work.

Johnny, who was in the front seat, was worried too.

Ashley was supposed to have arrived a long time ago. Why wasn't she there yet?