Hidden Wife : Best Husband

Chapter 242 - 242 - Help!

"What a pain!" the long-haired man cursed. Very roughly he grabbed Jean's hair so that her head was pulled back.

"Arghhhh!" Jean shouted very loudly. She tried to get the man's stocky hands out of her hair but it didn't work because the man immediately grabbed her hands behind her.

 Slap! ….

 "That's the result because you've exhausted our patience!" said the man with the cropped hair who slapped Jean's cheek so hard that there was a drop of blood on the corner of her lips.

The head that felt sore from her hair that was pulled by the long-haired man still hurted a lot. Now coupled with a very hard slap on the cheek that made Jean's head felt heavy.

Plaque….

 Jean's the other cheek got slapped again until it really made her feel dizzy. Jean's body felt like collapsing to the ground.

 "Come on, take her there," the long-haired man said while pointing with his index finger.

 Jean's body was violently pushed forward to walk. Jean now felt a lot of pain in her leg because she was forced to walk following the two men. Still with the position of the hands blocked behind. Her body was no longer able to rebel because she was exhausted.

 Jean was only able to surrender when her body was pushed to the floor so hard that her head hit the wood. With trembling hands, Jean felt something that flowed on her forehead, it turned out that it was fresh blood that was coming out of her head.

"Sir, please let me go. If you want money, I don't have anything," Jean said as she looked hopefully at the two men in front of her to let her go.

"We don't need your money. There are already people who pay us as long as we can catch you," said the short-haired man while narrowing his eyes. He crouched down and then grabbed Jean's chin before finally throwing her so hard. The man immediately stood back up and then adjusted his clothes.

 "Sir, actually what is my fault for you to arrest me?" Jean asked while looking up. Her messy hair covered part of her wet face. Sweat and blood flowed together.

 "Your fault is only one because you've become a cheap woman!" the long-haired man sneered as he chuckled irritably.

 "Now tie her up!" the short-haired man ordered to his friend.

 "Let go of me, sir. Please let me go out of here." Jean continued to plead with tears streaming down her cheeks.

The two men didn't listen to Jean, who kept on pleading. They were like merciless robots. The generous payoff had blinded them.

 Jean was seated roughly on a wooden chair until her back hit the back of the chair, which was pretty hard. Her hands were tied very tightly on both sides. Even her legs were tied.

 "Help! help!" Even though Jean knew that the old factory was uninhabited and no one else can hear her, Jean hoped that some miracle will arise.

 "Noisy!" cursed the short-haired man. He then fumbled around his pants pocket to find something but he found nothing. So that he very strongly tore the clothes that Jean was wearing.

 "Arghh!" Jean shouted because the part of her chest was now slightly open.

 The torn shirt was used by the man with the cropped hair to tie Jean's mouth so that she was not noisy.

 Jean shouted but her voice couldn't even be heard so she stopped her roar. Now only the tears were running down her cheeks even harder.

'God, help me,' Jean said to herself. She lamented her fate like that and was always unlucky.

 The long-haired man then reached into his cellphone from his pants pocket. He intended to contact someone who had told him to do all that. Now was the time to ask for her opinion of what to do.

 "We've got her," he said with the cell phone on his ear.

 "Fine, do it."

 That was all that Jean's ears could faintly hear. Looked like the man contacted someone who had ordered him. Jean did not understand why anyone would want to hurt her. She remembered that she never did anything to offend other people. All this time she tried to be nice to anyone.

 Now there wasn't much Jean was doing in this tight-knit state. She can't even shout. One thing she was thinking about right now that she was afraid that her mother would worry about her. Hopefully her mother's condition wouldn't drop.

The two men walked back to Jean with a sharp glare while looking at her. The situation were not too dark because they installed flashlights that were sufficient to provide light for a building that was cluttered because it was uninhabited.

 "Let her speak."

 The long-haired man immediately untied the cloth that covered Jean's mouth.

 So that Jean immediately moved her lips. It was very painful because they tied her tightly.

"Please get me out of here!" Jean shouted hoarsely. Didn't care about her voice that sounded hoarse.

 "Do you know this man?" the man with cropped hair asked while showing a photo of a man. Didn't care about the roar that Jean made.

Jean immediately widened her eyes when she recognized the handsome face from Park Soo Hyun in the photo, so Jean subconsciously nodded her head. A face that already vibrated her heart. Jean wondered why they showed her the photo of the man.

"Don't you dare come near him again!"

 "Actually, who are you? Get off me!" Jean shouted again.

 In accordance with the orders of someone who had told him to teach the girl a lesson. The long-haired man took off his waist belt.

 "Sir, please let me go," Jean said in a softer voice because the two men didn't want to hear her with a louder voice. Jean was so scared that they would do something to harass her because the long-haired man had managed to untie his waist belt while walking closer.

 His sly grin looked really creepy coupled with his big hands that tattooed on his body.