My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 99

Chapter 99 Heartbreak

"Ah... Cynthia woke up in a daze and felt a pain in the back of her neck. After waking up, she found her hands and feet tied.

She was nervous and tried to calm herself.

She recalled that she had been kidnapped by Jane and Cherry. "What's their purpose? Did they just want to take revenge on her? Or use her to get something from Smith Group or Green Group?" Cynthia thought.

While she was thinking, a person appeared. It was a thin man with yellow hair and a frivolous smile on his face. He looked weird and messy.

Seeing her wake up, a,flash of excitement flashed in his eyes. He shouted to the back, "Burnell, she is awake."

"Get out of the way. Let me see!" A man came up from behind him, pushed him away and approached

Cynthia.

Cynthia tilted her head back to avoid him. This man named Burnell was tall and strong. She thought that she had seen him before. She was familiar with his face.

"Who are you? Have we met before?" Cynthia asked.

Burnell was alarmed. He stepped back a few steps. "How is it possible? Hulda said that this woman had never seen him before. How could she think that he was familiar?" Burnell thought.

"I should do this pickup, girl!" Burnell laughed and touched Cynthia's cheek.

Cynthia frowned and dodged his hand. "Who the h*ll are you? Why did you bring me here? Do you know who I

am?"

She hid in time, and Burnell's fingertips slid across her cheek, which was soft and smooth. He was moved and twirled his fingers, "You are smooth-skinned and pretty. Good."

"Of course we know. You're Alston's wife. Mrs. Jane asked us to take you here. There are five men. What do

you think we want to do? Ha, ha!"

After he said this, the men behind him also laughed, with lewd and obscene smiles.

Cynthia became stiff for a moment. She felt a little afraid. This group of people looked not like kidnappers, but gangsters pieced together on the street. Such people often had no limits, let alone judge the stake. She couldn't get them to listen to reason.

She curled up and felt a few malicious eyes looking up and down at her. "They... How much money did they give you? Let me go, I will double it for you!"

Seeing that Burnell was stunned for a moment, she continued with a calm expression, "I'm afraid you don't know. Although Miller Group looked good now, it is on the verge of bankruptcy. They can't afford any

more

money. My husband is Alston, and my cousin is the person in charge of Green Group. They love me very

much. They can give you much more money, no matter how much you ask."

Burnell looked at her with a playful smile, "You see, she is quite eloquent. I was almost persuaded. I love

money, but I love my life even more. The money that Jane gave me is not much, but it's enough for me. If I ask Alston or your cousin for money, I will lose my life in the end."

Hearing this, Cynthia sank in thought. It was difficult to deal with a kidnapper who was unmoved by money.

Burnell smiled when he saw her pale, "Mrs. Smith, don't worry. I don't want your life. You know, things will get serious with killing."

Cynthia became more flustered when she heard this. In other words, everything could be done but kill her.

D*mn it!

Her heart was in her mouth.

At this moment, Burnell's phone rang. When he answered the phone, he froze for a while. Then he laughed, "You rich people are interesting. I get it. I'll show it to her later."

He hung up the phone, turned, and looked at Cynthia. His eyes were filled with pity.

Cynthia was alarmed, "Is it Jane? What did she ask you to do?!"

Burnell made no answer to her. He kept his head down. It seemed that he was waiting for something. Right on cue, his cellphone buzzed with an alert. He checked the message excitedly, and there was a mixed ambiguous voice of men and women on the phone.

The groans of the female as well as the man's deep voice were very familiar to her. This voice shocked her. It

was impossible!

The rest of the gang was attracted. When they saw the video on the phone, they exclaimed, "D*mn! It's

exciting!"

"She's so open-minded."

They gathered around the phone and commented, with wretched smiles on their faces.

Cynthia frowned and turned away. Her face was covered with disgust.

Burnell watched the video, then looked at the woman curled up in the corner. There was an interest on his face. He kicked them away. "Get out. This video is for Mrs. Smith."

Cynthia's body froze when she heard the words. Burnell walked in front of her, squatted down, and put the phone in front of her, "Look, you must be familiar with the two in this video. The one is your husband, who

sleeps next to you every night."

The groans of the man came into her ears. Cynthia's eyes were red. She tried to dodge and turned away, "No,

no! It's fake. He is not Alston! It's not him!"

"Come on, Mrs. Smith." Burnell sighed hypocritically and forced her to see the video. "You have to watch it. It's my task assigned by my employer. I took the money, so I have to fulfill the deal."

Burnell fixed her head and forced her to watch the video.

It was a high-definition video. The profiles of the two people were clearly photographed.

Seeing their blurred eyes, Cynthia could only see Alston, who was acting wildly.

Cynthia stopped struggling. She bit her lower lip and tried not to let the whimper in her throat come out.

Tears streamed from her red eyes.

Seeing her desperate and sad look, Burnell felt a little uncomfortable. He turned off his cell phone, looked at the woman lying on the ground with her shoulders hunched all the time, and said, "You see, this is a man. When you were kidnapped and suffering, the man you loved was having sex with another woman. You are so

poor!"

Cynthia didn't say a word. She couldn't restrain her tears and soon got the ground wet in front of her.

At this time, the skinny man with yellow hair behind Burnell said, "They are drugged. It's usually not the case!"

Burnell glanced at him, and slapped his head, "You think I'm stupid? I know. Maybe Mrs. Smith can also see

it."

Cynthia kept silent.

She knew it. They were not acting normally. Alston would never touch Cherry. He might be drugged. Thinking of this, Cynthia still felt heartbreak. Her husband had sex with another woman. It was like a knife pierced into her heart. She had to curl up to relieve the pain.

Not long after watching the video, Jane called again. Her voice was filled with excitement. She asked Burnell, "How did it go? Did she watch it? What's her reaction?"

Burnell glanced at Cynthia and said, "Heartbreak!"

"Ha, ha! Good, good!" Jane laughed, feeling that all her anger in the past few days had gone away.

"Then, it's your time. You can do what you want." Jane hung up the phone.

The rest of the gang next to Burnell heard it. They looked at Cynthia's slender figure excitedly, "I heard what

the employer said. So, can we... After watching that video, we can't wait a second."