Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 325

The message was not from Hendrix, but someone anonymously sent a picture of her daughter.

In the photo, the daughter is wearing her school uniform and is looking toward the camera.

The background of the photo is a park.

She remembered that the teacher had said in the parent group that she would take the children outdoors for a pick-me-up today.

Who is it?

Why did you send a picture of your daughter?

Violet hurriedly pulled over to the side of the road and prepared to call her teacher.

At that moment, the phone rang.

Violet stared at the string of numbers, her red lips pursed.

The call was from the person who sent her the photo.

"Hello?"

"If you don't want anything to happen to your daughter, behave yourself."

The man's conspiratorial voice came over the current.

Violet's grip on the phone tightened and she questioned, "Who the hell are you? What do you want?" "See an alley across the street? Get out of the car and walk across."

The man gave the order.

Violet looked out the window and saw a narrow alley across the road, where, a black car was parked.

"Who the hell are you? I'm warning, don't hurt my daughter! Otherwise, I won't let you go!"

"Stop nagging and hurry up! If you slow down any more, I can't guarantee that I'll hurt your daughter."

The man spoke impatiently.

Violet's heart pounded, not daring to disobey orders, she complied and got out of the car and went to the alley across the road.

"Get in the car."

The man gave another order, and Violet hastily pulled open the car door, looking for her daughter.

But there was no Erin in the car, except for a driver, and a man.

"Where is my daughter?"

"I told you, I won't hurt your daughter as long as you behave. Otherwise......"

The man in the back seat hung up the phone and looked at her with a fierce face.

He wore a duck-tongued hat and a black outfit with black pants.

The face of a Chinese character, more than forty years old, with a long scar on the brow bone.

One look is not to be messed with.

Violet then realized that it was this man who was just talking to himself on the phone.

Who the hell is he?

Violet was tempted to call the police, but when she thought of her daughter, she stiffened up and got in the car.

The man reached over and yanked her bag and phone.

Violet bit her lip and looked at the stranger, "I don't know you, who the hell are you and where did you take my daughter?"

He actually knew Erin was her daughter?

Then it must be someone who knows her well.

But she doesn't know him, so this guy should be instructed!

The car started slowly and drove forward.

The man looked her up and down, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes.

"Someone paid me to do something, don't worry, as long as you do as you're told, your daughter will be absolutely fine."

The man's gaze was unrestrained and lewd.

Violet bit her lip, her heart beating.

Surely someone is directing them.

Who the hell is it?

What do you want to do?

The car sped along, driving further and further off.

Until it stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.

"Get out of the car."