My Sugar and Your Spice (Amelia and Leo)

Chapter 395 How Should I Take Revenge on Him?

The man then leaned closer toward the dark-skinned man and whispered in his ear, whereas the latter

froze upon listening to him. Since he had a dark complexion, it was hard to read his expression in the

dim room, but he was wide-eyed upon hearing the news, a dead giveaway that he was in shock. The

next moment, he stood on his feet.

"What's the matter, Jack?" Chandler asked.

The dark-skinned man stared at Chandler. "Our business has come to a halt, and we have lost

everything!"

Upon hearing that, Chandler's expression turned solemn. "How could that happen?!"

"It's Leo." Jack waved his hand and signaled his man to leave. His gaze darkened as he exclaimed, "I

told you not to go up against Leo, but you refused to listen!"

The startled Chandler took a step back. As his legs hit the couch, he toppled and fell onto it. "Leo? How

is that possible?" A minute ago, he was still judging and looking down on Leo, but now, he found out

that the man had stabbed him in the back.

"All of the distribution channels which we have worked so hard to build up have now been crippled.

They will start checking and seizing our accounts in no time. We are done for!" Jack roared in dismay

and scratched his head. "I regret listening to your nonsense!"

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Chandler couldn't bring himself to believe that it was

true. "Jack, you must be joking, but it's not funny at all!"

"Why would I be joking about something like this?" Jack glared at him.

Before Chandler could speak, the door was once again flung open. Several men rushed in and charged

toward Chandler. In just a few seconds, the wine glass slipped from Chandler's hand and shattered as

it hit the ground. His hands were tied behind his back.

"Jack, what are you doing?" Chandler stared at Jack puzzledly as he struggled to break free.

"Are you asking me that? You created this mess, so I'll have to sacrifice you to solve this issue!"

"You…" Chandler couldn't believe his ears. "We have been working together for so many years and

even went through thick and thin together. How could you…"

"Indeed, we've gone through a lot together. However, you are also the one who destroyed all of what

we have achieved thus far. Have you already forgotten about it?" Jack gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"How many times have I reminded you not to cause any trouble? Yet, you never listen! It's all your fault

now that we have lost everything. Don't you think you should be held responsible for it?"

"What are you trying to do?" Chandler's expression was pale.

"Of course, I'll be handing you over to Leo. You'll have to plead for forgiveness in front of him." With

that, Jack heartlessly waved his hand, and Chandler was brought out of the room by a few men.

…

Amelie had been busy the whole day, and her work finally ended at 5.00PM. Just as she was about to

check whether Steven and Bria had gone home, her phone suddenly rang.

As soon as Amelie took her phone out, she saw that it was a call from Bria's teacher. She was rather

surprised to receive the call, but she answered it nonetheless. "Hello?"

"Miss Dillon, something bad has happened. Bria and her grandfather were badly injured after being hit

by a car. You should go to the hospital as soon as possible!" The teacher sounded anxious.

Amelie was petrified after hearing that. Her hands were shaking as she replied in a quavering voice,

"H-How did it happen?"

"I have no idea. The hospital contacted us after seeing her school badge. You should hurry over." The

teacher then gave the hospital's address to Amelie.

Amelie had no time to think about anything else and hurried out with the phone in her hand. Her heart

pounded at the thought of Steven and Bria being injured in a car accident. As soon as she got into the

car, she realized that she didn't know where the hospital was and immediately entered the address into

the navigation system. It showed that the hospital was located in a suburb far away from Bria's school.

However, due to the urgency, she didn't have time to think about why Steven and Bria would be

somewhere that far, and all she wanted was to see them as soon as possible. She sped along the way

and even ran a few red lights. The journey would normally take at least an hour, but she managed to

get there in 40 minutes. After parking her car outside the hospital, she started running toward the

building.

However, she suddenly stopped halfway. Something's wrong!

She looked around the quiet street, as well as the tall yet empty hospital in the distance. The next

moment, she realized that she had been tricked. The huge hospital and the roads around it were

barren; only a few scrap cars were parked there.

This wasn't how a normal hospital should look—it was empty.

As she thought about it, she started walking toward her car. At the same time, she started dialing

Steven's number. Before she could do so, something slammed onto her hand, and the phone fell to the

ground. When she lifted her head and was about to retaliate, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her

neck and turned weak before collapsing…

As she experienced drowsiness, she heard a loud, incessant buzzing sound in her head that wouldn't

go away. It felt as if her head was going to explode, and she started getting a migraine. She opened

her eyes, but all she saw was darkness.

…

Amalia had baan busy tha whola day, and har work finally andad at 5.00PM. Just as sha was about to

chack whathar Stavan and Bria had gona homa, har phona suddanly rang.

As soon as Amalia took har phona out, sha saw that it was a call from Bria's taachar. Sha was rathar

surprisad to racaiva tha call, but sha answarad it nonathalass. "Hallo?"

"Miss Dillon, somathing bad has happanad. Bria and har grandfathar wara badly injurad aftar baing hit

by a car. You should go to tha hospital as soon as possibla!" Tha taachar soundad anxious.

Amalia was patrifiad aftar haaring that. Har hands wara shaking as sha rapliad in a quavaring voica,

"H-How did it happan?"

"I hava no idaa. Tha hospital contactad us aftar saaing har school badga. You should hurry ovar." Tha

taachar than gava tha hospital's addrass to Amalia.

Amalia had no tima to think about anything alsa and hurriad out with tha phona in har hand. Har haart

poundad at tha thought of Stavan and Bria baing injurad in a car accidant. As soon as sha got into tha

car, sha raalizad that sha didn't know whara tha hospital was and immadiataly antarad tha addrass into

tha navigation systam. It showad that tha hospital was locatad in a suburb far away from Bria's school.

Howavar, dua to tha urgancy, sha didn't hava tima to think about why Stavan and Bria would ba

somawhara that far, and all sha wantad was to saa tham as soon as possibla. Sha spad along tha way

and avan ran a faw rad lights. Tha journay would normally taka at laast an hour, but sha managad to

gat thara in 40 minutas. Aftar parking har car outsida tha hospital, sha startad running toward tha

building.

Howavar, sha suddanly stoppad halfway. Somathing's wrong!

Sha lookad around tha quiat straat, as wall as tha tall yat ampty hospital in tha distanca. Tha naxt

momant, sha raalizad that sha had baan trickad. Tha huga hospital and tha roads around it wara

barran; only a faw scrap cars wara parkad thara.

This wasn't how a normal hospital should look—it was ampty.

As sha thought about it, sha startad walking toward har car. At tha sama tima, sha startad dialing

Stavan's numbar. Bafora sha could do so, somathing slammad onto har hand, and tha phona fall to tha

ground. Whan sha liftad har haad and was about to rataliata, sha falt a sharp pain on tha back of har

nack and turnad waak bafora collapsing…

As sha axpariancad drowsinass, sha haard a loud, incassant buzzing sound in har haad that wouldn't

go away. It falt as if har haad was going to axploda, and sha startad gatting a migraina. Sha opanad

har ayas, but all sha saw was darknass.

Suddenly, a ray of light shone through from a corner, and the bright light worsened her migraine. She

wanted to massage her temples but soon realized that her hands had been tied. Following that, she

realized that she was lying on the cold, rough ground which hurt her skin.

"You're smarter than I thought you'd be." A voice rang next to her ears. Although it sounded alright, it

hurt her ears. She turned around, and her eyes met with a pair of deep, evil ones.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The next moment, the clicking sound of a lighter was heard in the huge empty space, and blue flames

shot out not far from her. As the blue flame flickered, it outlined the blurred face which gradually

became clearer. The evil eyes, slanted lips, and huge grin were very disturbing.

"Chandler? Amelie was surprised after recognizing him.

He was holding the lighter in his hand and clicking it nonstop. "Yes, it's me."

"What are you trying to do?" she asked while looking at him.

"Try guessing." He smiled wickedly.

Hearing that, she pursed her lips and didn't respond to him. She had known he was an obnoxious

person, but she didn't know he was that insane.

"Wise women sure are something else." He was impressed at how she remained calm and silent.

"The police will find out that you've captured me, and it won't do you any good." In reality, Amelie was

nervous, but she knew that being nervous wouldn't solve the problem. "You can let me know if you

need anything, and I'll try my best to fulfill you." She tried to persuade him.

"Do you think that I'm afraid of the cops?" He didn't answer her question. "Let me tell you the truth; I

just escaped from my gang. Leo ruined everything, and they turned against me because of that. They

decided to send me over to Leo as an exchange." He spoke so nonchalantly that it sounded like he

was talking about a fictional movie.

However, Amelie gasped after hearing it. Given the situation, Chandler would be so desperate that he

would do anything, and she didn't dare imagine what he was capable of doing. The next moment,

something cold was placed against her face. She instantly realized that it was a knife when she felt its

sharp edge against her face.

Being a woman, she refused to have a scar on her face, so when the knife was held against her, her

body froze as she held her breath. Her gaze was downward as she stared at the knife.

Following that, the knife glided over to her eye. "How do you think I should take revenge on him for all

that he has done to me?"

Amelie was quiet and didn't answer him.