His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1362 Break The Plan

As Charles fixed his gaze on her, Leila felt as if she were sitting on thorns. With the atmosphere as cold

as death, she lost her appetite, and abruptly stood up to leave the dining hall. She kept walking until

she found a secluded corner before pulling out her phone and answering Jim.

"Where the hell have you been? Why haven't you been answering my calls? Are you out of your

mind?" she half-whispered, half-shouted furiously.

"Please calm down! Put your heart back in your chest, won't you? I'm not going anywhere. Just take it

easy," he replied all too casually as if he was playing with some naughty kitten. The tone made Leila so

insecure, and her instincts told her something was wrong.

"Okay, I'm serious! Where is Shirley? You need to bring her back to me now! Charles has his eye on

me. Things will get too complicated if he figures anything out. You'd better do exactly what I tell you to

do!" Leila blurted out in one angry, restless breath.

Meanwhile, all Jim could think about as she rambled was how much he despised her—all he could do

was wonder how much of an idiot she could be. Things had already gone so far, but she still had no

idea what would happen. Never would Jim loosen the falcon until he saw the hare. Only when he got

what he wanted would he bring Shirley back. Now that he had bet his happy and free life on her,

Shirley was his ready source of money.

Even though Leila was too stupid to get a clue, he didn't give a damn what Charles would do to her.

The only thing on his mind was the ransom of 10 million. With that money in his account, he could get

any woman he wanted, and Leila was a complete history to him at this point.

But, on the flip side, he thought not to waste such a perfect chance. He couldn't deny that he longed for

Leila for quite a long time, and thinking of her delicate skin and pretty face made his blood go rushing.

"Since you care so much about that little girl, why don't you come over and take a look at her yourself?

I'll text you my location. We can talk about this when you're here. I'll be waiting for you," he said, Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

absentmindedly rubbing his chin with a vicious smile.

If he was standing in front of a mirror, he would see himself looking like a starved wolf.

His eyes were furious and deadly sharp, aiming at his target with greed and malice.

If Leila was around, she'd be scared to death by the expression he wore. Jim thought about how she

would look as she hurled herself obliviously into the trap he set.

So eager to see how Shirley was doing, Leila let her guard down, thinking nothing of Jim's invitation.

"Okay, give me your location. I'll be there as soon as possible," she said in a haste.

"You need to keep in mind that Shirley's life is in your hands now," Jim threatened. "If I find that you're

not alone when you arrive, I'll slit her throat without batting an eyelid. Do I make myself clear?"

His harsh tone took her aback and triggered something in Leila's head. Something felt off, but she

couldn't tell exactly what it was. Weren't they pretending to kidnap Shirley to intimidate Charles? Why

did Jim sound like he was making some pretense into a reality? That absolutely wasn't her plan.

It was clear that Jim was leading Leila by the nose now. If he had shown her before that he was a wolf

in sheep's clothing, she would be paying enough attention. Forgetting they were on the phone, she

nodded hastily before agreeing with a stammer.

Immediately after the call, she received a text containing only the location, and nothing else. Something

about this felt ominous.

Jim had always been careful about being found out. Learning from him, Leila realized that she needed

to take early measures in case anything happened. With that in mind, she opened up the automatic

tracking software on her new phone, only to find out that Jim had thought of it before her. The phone he

used must have been thrown away because it wasn't moving at all, according to the map on Leila's

phone. A moment later, any trace of it was lost, and Leila guessed Jim already destroyed it.

Heaving a long, deep sigh, Leila returned to the dining hall in low spirits.

"Leila, take a seat and have some more! You barely ate," Melissa invited hospitably, afraid that Leila

wasn't eating too much.

"Thank you, Aunt Melissa. You're too kind. But I've had enough. I need to go now. My friend called me,

and something urgent came up, so he needs my help. I'm sorry. I really have to go. Please take your

time eating. See you, Charles," Leila explained rather hurriedly as to not arouse any suspicion.

With that, she turned to the door again, not waiting for them to reply. In her haste, she almost walked

into the door frame before she left, leaving Melissa and Charles puzzled.

"Leila! Watch where you're stepping!" Melissa shouted, wondering why Leila was suddenly acting as

though a pack of wolves was chasing after her.

But Leila kept heading for the gate like an unstoppable wind. It seemed as though she was too

distracted to even hear Melissa call out to her.

What she still didn't know was that, just like the previous day, Leila was being followed the moment she

walked out of Dream Garden. The man was a professional, capable of following soon after Leila,

soundless as if he was her own shadow.

Soon after she left, Leila managed to hail a taxi to the place Jim texted her.

Surprisingly, it was located at the suburbia. Because it was rather out of the way to anything, it took

Leila quite some time to find it. When she got out of the taxi, she found herself standing in front of a

single-story house. Alone in the cold air, she hesitated for a while before going in. Somehow, the house

looked like a monster that could come to life and swallow her at any minute. It made her regret coming

alone in her desperation.

As she stood there, not even a single person walked by. All she could hear was a dog barking

occasionally in the distance and a flock of birds flying above her, doing nothing to put her at ease in the

scary atmosphere. All she could do was close her eyes until it was quiet again.

About ten minutes later, she worked herself up enough to bite the bullet and step towards the door to

push it open.

As it slowly creaked open, Leila positioned her arm to cover both her throat and heart. The first thing

she saw was Jim, sitting in front of a table under a dim lamp. His face looked rather hideous with a

malicious smile, giving Leila an urge to vomit right then and there. The entire scene looked like it came

out of an awful horror movie. It took her everything not to turn around and run away.

His gaze on her made her heart miss a beat. Her only comfort was that she could deliberately leave the

door open, thinking that she could flee in case something bad happened.

But before she could say anything, Jim stood up, walked to the door, and closed it with a heavy bang. It

was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. The noise made her jump in her shoes, and a chill

ran up her spine when she heard him lock it behind her.

All the while, Leila stood rooted in her spot, not daring to look back at him. Taking a deep breath, she

tried to pull herself together.

In her mind, she tried to rationalize the situation, thinking that it would be ridiculous of him to do

something to her in such a place. Collecting her thoughts, she dispelled the fear hanging over her head

since she stepped out of the taxi. Then, she turned to Jim with a fierce look, though still faint at heart.

"Didn't we already reach an agreement? The plan was to take her away and let her go once I called

you. What's going on? Are you going to break your word? Are you turning against our plan? Tell me!"

she demanded.

Although she managed to raise her voice quite a good amount, she was scared to death inside, scared

that Jim had turned the situation into a real kidnapping.

Meanwhile, right outside the door, the man who followed her under Charles' command had just heard

every word she said.

The walls were practically paper-thin, and the door could be broken open in a single push. It wasn't

hard for the man to hear her frantic voice from outside.

The news was quite a shock, and he reported it to Charles without delay. Back at the house, Charles

was so pissed that he was grabbing at his hair, wishing he could take Leila by the throat right at that

moment.

Knowing that they dared put their hands on his daughter, he would do everything in his power to make

them wish they were dead. A cold smile surfaced on his expression.

"I got it. Keep them in your sight and call me when you find out where they're hiding Shirley," Charles

said into the headset. Hearing Charles' instructions, the man kept dead still and leaned his ear against

the wall to hear more clearly.

Inside the shabby house, Jim suddenly broke into laughter as if he heard the biggest joke in his life.

Gazing at the woman playfully, he smiled even wider as he realized how truly naive and stupid she

was.