Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 447

Mia tried to dodge, but the man’s sharp gaze locked onto her like a predator.

“Don’t run,” he sneered. “Let me take good care of you.”

Her heartbeat pounded violently, her breath hitching in terror.

Before she could react, another figure appeared behind her.

A cloth was pressed tightly over her nose and mouth.

A sickly sweet, chemical scent flooded her senses—ether.

Within seconds, darkness consumed her.

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The Grand Lyric Theater – Back Entrance

The heavy wooden doors creaked open as a man carried a large burlap sack over his shoulder and loaded it into a van.

Inside, the sounds of the opera continued uninterrupted.

The actress’s haunting voice rang out again, her song rising above the frantic percussion, filling the grand hall with tragic beauty.

The van cut through the bustling streets, passing by the towering Reynolds Corporation headquarters before heading straight toward Adams University.

But instead of stopping at the university gates, the vehicle pulled into a hotel parking lot across the street.

The doors swung open, and the man carried the sack into the building’s underground storage area.

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Mia woke up with a sharp inhale.

Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a chair, the rough rope cutting into her skin as she struggled.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw a man standing before her, watching her with amusement.

Something about him felt familiar.

The filthy cloth stuffed in her mouth was yanked out. She coughed, her throat dry and raw.

“Who are you? Why did you take me? Do you even know who my brother is? Let me go now!”

The man chuckled. "Why is it that the first thing people say when they get kidnapped is always some pointless threat? You know you’re not getting out of this, yet you still waste your breath demanding to be let go."

Mia’s face turned pale.

He wasn’t physically intimidating—his features were clean and well-groomed, and his voice was eerily gentle.

But his left eye bore a deep, jagged scar that twisted across his face.

It was ugly. Disturbing.

And it sent a strange chill down her spine.

She had never met him before… yet the fear clawing at her insides felt instinctive.

Her voice trembled. "What do you want? I’m from the Reynolds family. My brother is Zachary Reynolds.”

The man let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Trying to scare me?"

"Please… let me go! I’m begging you!" she sobbed.

But her captors weren’t listening.

They didn’t care about her pleas.

If anything, the man in front of Mia seemed to enjoy her desperation. His eyes lit up with a sick kind of excitement.

He chuckled and waved his hand.

One of his men stepped forward and handed him a knife.

The blade gleamed under the dim light—sharp, cold, merciless.

Mia’s breath caught in her throat. What were they about to do?

Why was her entire body trembling uncontrollably?

This wasn’t a simple kidnapping.

They weren’t after money.

She looked in fear as the man plunged the knife into the woman’s body.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air.

Amidst the woman's miserable screams, the men set up a fire on the floor.

They crouched in front of the flames, turning something over the fire, roasting it.