Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 829 - Encounter with Torture

"Lottie, are you okay?"

Richelle, who had just finished answering the phone, was about to push open the door to see what was

going on inside when she saw Lottie had come out.

She changed into clean clothes.

"Let's go."

"What's wrong with your voice?"

Richeal noticed that Lottie's voice was a bit hoarse and asked with some concern, "Did you catch a

cold? Later, I'll make some medicine for you to eat."

"Good."

Lottie responded.

Richeal always felt that something was wrong, but thought it was Lottie who was not feeling well, so he

did not ask more questions.

Because he was worried about Lottie's health, the director didn't schedule Lottie's next scene, so

Richelle drove Lottie back. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Don't go back yet, send me to a place."

Lottie leaned back in the back seat of the car and spoke lazily.

Richeal saw how hoarse Lottie's voice was and hurriedly spoke up to ask, "Lottie, why don't we go

ahead and check it out? You don't seem to be doing too well."

Lottie, however, answered, "No."

The tone was somewhat cold.

Richeal frowned as she thought, "Did Lottie have a fight with Mr. Chapman?

At that moment, Lottie's cell phone rang, breaking the silence in the car.

Lottie glanced at the word "husband" displayed on the phone screen, her eyelids slightly jumped.

She coughed lightly and chose to answer it.

"I'm coming to get you, baby-"

Lottie winced.

"Honey, I have something to do and have left first."

"What's wrong with your voice?"

Ralph just finished asking, Lottie's phone is directly out of battery shutdown.

"Lottie, what are you doing at the West Hotel?"

Richeal was a little confused.

"Something ......" After the three simple words, Lottie did not make another sound.

Richeal just assumed Lottie was uncomfortable and didn't say anything more.

But the doubts in the heart, is gradually rising.

West Hotel is located on the west side of the city by the river.

It is a five-star hotel.

Richeal followed Lottie and stepped into the hotel until he stood at the door of a suite.

"Lottie ......"

Before Richeal could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.

She tried to see who was behind her, but it was too late, and she suddenly fell backwards in a limp

heap.

Dang.

Richeal fell to the ground and a man in a black suit, dragged Richeal directly into the empty room next

to him.

The "Lottie" standing in place, suddenly sneered, reached out and slowly lifted a layer of human skin

mask from behind the ear.

The woman in front of him, where is Lottie, is clearly Rose.

Rose grinned and turned the door handle.

The house is dark, only a halo yellow lamp in the inner room emits a faint light.

"Who the hell are you! Why did you kidnap me!"

Lottie, who was bound to a chair and blindfolded, chided loudly.

Out of anger, she struggled hard, but to no avail.

She didn't know why she was here, she just remembered that she was clearly in the combing room and

the face that looked almost identical to hers, and the thought of it sent a chill down Lottie's spine.

A dagger with a cold light suddenly straddled the middle of Lottie's neck.

But wherever Lottie moves a little more, then Lottie's neck is likely to be cut off.

"Heh." Seeing Lottie in such a mess, Rose actually could not restrain herself from laughing out loud.

But Lottie's ears are extraordinarily good, and she has already discerned the sound of laughter that just

came out of whose mouth.

If not Rose, who else could it be?

"It's you, Rose!" Lottie spoke with finality.

Rose sniffed, but was stunned.

She also did not intend to talk more nonsense with Lottie, hand raised, once again put the mask on.

"So what if it's me?" Rose's voice was hoarse as if she were pulling a saw.

Lottie frowned, she tried to struggle, but the cloth in front of her was pulled off by Rose.

For a moment, Lottie couldn't adjust to the light, blinking, and then for a moment she looked up at

Rose.

But who knows -

Lottie thought she was hallucinating, because the person standing in front of her looked exactly like

her, but it was clearly not her.

Not only her face, but even every other part, was shaped to look exactly like her.

You can imagine how much work Rose put into it!