Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 162: Request

Cassian Jennings’s heart sank as he listened to her. He shot up from the sofa. "Amelia Avery, can’t you give me a fucking break for once!?" After roaring into the phone, Cassian hung up.

He knew better than anyone what kind of place the underground marketplace was. He also believed that no matter how much Amelia messed around, she would never go to a place like that.

So, she wasn’t lying. She was really being hunted down.

At that thought, Cassian turned, grabbed his jacket from the sofa, and headed for the door, calling Aiden Avery as he went.

On the other end of the line, Amelia Avery was completely stunned by Cassian’s shouting. ’Did he believe me or not?’

’Forget it. Whatever. It’s not like I was actually counting on Cassian to come save me anyway.’

’All I have to do is stall for time and wait for Leo Joyce.’

Just then, a hand suddenly clamped down on her shoulder. "Still trying to run!" a man’s cold, irritated voice rang out.

Amelia didn’t try to run again. Instead, she shoved her phone into her pocket, her hands clenched into fists. A wicked smile played on her lips as she turned around. "Not running anymore. Your grandma here is tired."

"Amelia Avery, you’ve got some fucking nerve! If someone hadn’t paid me to get you, I’d actually want to be your friend." She was the first woman who had dared to touch his men right in front of him.

And she’d beaten them so badly they were crying for their mothers.

Amelia’s previously calm expression instantly darkened upon hearing Jonah Ross’s words. ’Someone paid him to get me?’

"I’ll give you one chance. Tell me who sent you."

Jonah Ross sneered. "You don’t need to worry about that. Just come back with us quietly. Let the boys have their fun with you, and then you’ll be free to go."

"Heh..." Amelia let out a wicked laugh, swinging her fist toward Jonah Ross. "In your dreams!"

Jonah Ross was quick, catching her small fist with ease. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by a hint of impatience. "Amelia Avery, don’t do this the hard way. Behave, and I’ll make sure you suffer a little less."

"Do you even know who I am? How dare you touch me? Let me make one thing clear," Amelia said fiercely, without a trace of fear. "If a single one of you lays a finger on me, I’ll make you regret the day you were born!"

"Hahaha, interesting. Very interesting. Boss, do you hear that? This little one actually dares to threaten you."

"Yeah, Boss. This is the first time anyone has ever dared to threaten you."

...Listening to their banter, Amelia’s expression turned thunderous. She wasn’t just making threats; she meant every single word.

’Anyone who dares to touch me will absolutely regret the day they were born!’

’And as for the person who set this up, I’ll make them wish they were dead.’

Jonah Ross released Amelia’s hand and waved for the men behind him to come forward and tie her up. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Amelia looked at the approaching men without a shred of fear. "Don’t bother. I can walk on my own."

With that, she strode right up to Jonah Ross’s side.

Jonah Ross’s brow furrowed slightly, and a helpless, bitter smile tugged at his lips.

’I’ve never been a good guy, but right now... I actually want to let this girl go.’

Amelia followed them into the underground marketplace. The moment she was inside, her eyes darted around, taking everything in. She had never been here before, but the atmosphere was surprisingly intriguing.

She glanced back at the man beside her and said with a cold smile, "Got a smoke?"

"..." Jonah Ross glanced at one of his men, signaling for him to give Amelia a cigarette.

’Amelia is going to suffer later anyway. For now, I might as well grant her requests.’