The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming-Chapter 299 - 296: Confusion

A desolate, deserted country road.

A large truck sped down the road, occasionally emitting clanging noises.

The interior of the carriage was in complete darkness, with only a few poorly sealed gaps as light sources, but these were far from enough to see inside clearly.

The rancid smell lingered in the carriage, making an ordinary person retch in less than fifteen minutes.

This speaks volumes about how poor the environment was.

Summer Hue crouched alone in a corner, a sesame-sized speck of light fell on the tip of her nose, but it was insufficient to reveal her face.

She had been in this box for several days, eating and drinking at set times, never dreaming she’d have such a day.

She felt hunger, felt pain, felt the stickiness of her sweat-soaked body.

It felt like she was sick, lacking energy all over.

At first, she wanted to resist a bit, but later discovered resistance was futile, the pain on her face felt as recent as if it had just happened.

In fact, such an incident had indeed occurred just now, the driver had violently beaten them.

Only at mealtime would the carriage’s door open, allowing air in, and she could see the pain on other people’s faces.

But they were well-disciplined, not talkative, even when she asked, those people wouldn’t speak to her.

Occasionally, someone would answer her and introduce their name.

After these several days, she understood why these people didn’t like talking, due to hunger, due to thirst.

Even because they were sick.

She did not know where this place was, nor where they were headed.

Everything was unknown, from the initial fear to now the bewilderment.

Every time she drifted into sleep, she regretted but simultaneously wished someone would notice and save her.

But because she initially didn’t want people to see her, she had disappeared for so many days, likely no one had noticed.

Perhaps even Zane Bennett didn’t know she was in trouble.

She could feel their final destination wouldn’t be a good place, a woman had already committed suicide during lunch yesterday.

Right in front of her, perhaps when she couldn’t hold on mentally, she would do the same.

Among them, she found some were truly mute, not naturally, but artificially made mute.

Everyone wore identical black dresses, all skin and bones, like withered tree roots in winter.

No more spring.

"Wuwuwu... I want to go home..."

The small girl beside her began to cry again, initially, she could sympathize and comfort her.

But with the numbing bind on her arms, the unending torment, she’d also become less talkative.

She too wanted to go home, back to her parents’ side.

Back to Zane Bennett’s side.

If at first, she hadn’t followed out of curiosity, would everything be fine now?

Her curiosity stemmed from Zane Bennett telling her what she overheard outside Norman Bennett’s door.

Back then, she recalled Elliana Lyle calling John Walters "Shane Southwell" at Zane Bennett’s birthday party.

Elliana explained it was nothing, and she hadn’t thought anything of it.

After hearing what Zane Bennett said, she suddenly understood Elliana’s reaction, possibly due to familiarity, causing a sense of déjà vu at first glance.

Even knowing these things, she never thought of helping Elliana because she lacked the capability.

Besides, she didn’t know the truth of it all and felt it absurd; how could a dead person live with a new identity?

So, she only half-believed it.

Returning from New Zealand, she intended to go home but suddenly thought of visiting South City.

She quite loved the gentle city of South City.

After disembarking from the plane that afternoon, she walked out of the airport with minimal luggage and a black leather bag.

Stepping out of the airport, she had no plans to take a taxi anywhere.

Because she had no destination in mind, she decided to wander aimlessly.

Strolling along, she saw a small alley and wondered how such an old alley could exist in the city’s center.

Like a house undeveloped amidst demolition.

Curiously, she walked in, where the buildings were old-fashioned, though all were modern structures.

Following the slope down, she eventually exited with the crowd, leaving the alley.

It was like stepping from the 80s into the present.

This feeling was quite pleasant for her, lifting her initially depressed mood greatly.

Walking along the street, she finally found a hotel, feeling quite fated.

Without much thought, she went in and checked in, resting well by evening.

Staying in the hotel was boring, luckily, a mall was nearby, perfect for eating, drinking, and shopping.

After eating, she intended to return when several suited men passed by.

The leader of them was familiar to her.

Where had she seen him?

Thinking for a moment, she suddenly realized it was John Walters!

Having seen him at Zane Bennett’s birthday party, recognizing him wasn’t hard.

She didn’t know what drove her, but something urged her to follow and investigate.

Until these men entered a nightclub, after contemplating, she followed inside; after all, she could afford to tip the staff.

The private room door was ajar, presumably left unclosed by the staff, through the crack, she saw them merely drinking, not singing or entertaining.

Seemingly just here to unwind.

The corridor was quiet, she stood outside for a few minutes before planning to leave, but then she heard the name Southwell!

Inside, an older man referred to someone as Mr. Southwell.

However, at this moment, John Walters got angry, sternly stating, "Don’t shout that outside!"

"Oh dear, look at my mouth, punish me, punish me," the old man chuckled apologetically.

"Mr. Walters, this month’s list is nearly full, just two more women, and they can all be shipped out." A sleazy laugh followed.

She had already started recording and was nervously anxious.

She had to inform Zane Bennett that John Walters indeed was Shane Southwell, that bastard!

But at that moment, her phone chimed with a message! The sound echoed through the silent corridor, alerting someone inside to ask, "Who?"

The corridor was long! Whether running back or forth, she might be caught!

Thinking quickly, she replaced the recording and nervously knocked on the door.

The door swung open, and it was a middle-aged man who opened it personally.

Seeing it was a woman, the man said nothing but stepped aside, indicating for her to enter.

"Gentlemen, do you need any other drinks?" She could only pretend to be a server.

However, John Walters kept scrutinizing her.

One of them said, "No, we’re good."

She nodded quickly, "Okay." Turning around, she intended to leave.

And at that moment, a male voice called out, "Miss Hu?"

"..."

At the moment she was apprehended, her phone fell, and taking advantage of the dim lights and the distraction of struggling noises, she kicked her phone underneath the sofa!