Chapter 187 Who Would He Choose?

Jeanette snapped her head toward Giselle. Giselle was tied up, too, her face full of terror, yet her eyes unnervingly calm. Jeanette immediately knew Giselle was behind all of this. The next second, she was shoved into the van. Giselle was tossed in as well, except the masked men treated her with almost exaggerated care, as if afraid to even brush her. The door slammed shut and the van sped off. The whole thing was over in less than a minute. The area was completely deserted, with no one around. Jeanette couldn't tell if Giselle had cleared the area beforehand, but it was obvious this had been planned down to the last detail. Jeanette forced herself to stay calm and stared directly at Giselle. "What are you trying to do?" Giselle curved a sly smile and tilted her chin, and instantly, one of the men loosened the ropes around her wrists. She leaned back in her seat, watching Jeanette struggle with a satisfied smirk. Then she reached out and took Jeanette's phone, flipped through