Chapter Two Hundred And Fifty-two: Frozen With Joy

Jenny blinked, adjusting to the light as the blindfold was pulled off her eyes. The last thing she remembered was a stranger entering her room but before she could question his intention or call for help, her vision had darkened. 

Was she kidnapped? But who would want to kidnap her? She didn't even have much money other than the support her late husband had kept for the children.

But what kind of kidnapper leaves her unrestrained and lays her on a safe comfy bed. Totally weird, unless the kidnapper was a psychopathic pervert who wanted to have his way with her.

Jenny stood up, goosebumps covered her arms while fear gripped her heart "Oh my God," she gasped, rubbing her face with her palms. Where were her kids? Were they kidnapped alongside her? If they were, where were they? What if that son of a biscuit did something to them?

"You're up," a voice sounded from behind her.