Chapter 649 The Mysterious Man Behind the Kidnapper

• Heather elegantly boarded the cab without even casting the poor man a glance, so he had nobody but himself to blame for messing with her tonight. She opened the window wide and the night breeze brushed her face; she even asked the driver to drive faster as she liked to listen to the sound of the breeze and feel the cold wind on her face.
• Clutching her phone in her hand, she gazed out of the window, her eyes revealing the hint of coldness in her character—a coldness that resembled the night sky tonight.
• The other phone in her handbag suddenly rang at this untimely moment. The sound attracted her gaze and she opened her handbag to fish out her phone. Upon seeing the strange number on the screen, Heather hesitated if she should pick up the call.