Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

Elena Kent is no less guilty than Laura Kent. She was also involved in taking Amelia Wyttee away, and more accurately, she even planned it herself.

At best, Laura Kent just sent some people out of a place.

If Nicola Clinton were to investigate anything, Laura Kent, as the old lady of the Clinton family, might not be okay, but she, the fianc é e of Nicola Clinton who has not yet passed through, is definitely going to cause a big deal.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“You can’t keep hiding people there anymore.” Elena Kent clenched her fists and immediately made up her mind.

Laura Kent was in a panic at the moment. As soon as she heard her talk, she thought she had an idea. She immediately looked over and said, “What do you think we should do?”

Elena Kent pondered for a moment and said, “Nicola would never do such useless things. He unexpectedly mentioned it today. I’m afraid he really knows something, so we must change the location and hide the person as soon as possible.”

“This is a good idea, but Laura Kent didn’t even think about it. She immediately nodded and agreed, ‘Just move to where?'”

Elena Kent thought for a moment, and a sneer gradually appeared on her face. “Let’s find someone to see if she doesn’t have those formal institutions. It’s reassuring to look at people. Why don’t we send her to a place where she can be watched?”

What formal institution still helps to look after people?

Laura Kent was about to ask when caught a glimpse of the sneer on Elena Kent’s face and suddenly understood.

Even though she knew Elena Kent was in the same camp as her, she couldn’t help but feel a chill at the moment: “Are you going to?”

“I happen to have a friend at Xishan Sanatorium, and we can entrust Amelia Wytte to their sanatorium.” Elena Kent instantly regained her warm and gentle expression.

What Laura Kent thought she had seen before was almost an illusion.

But

The so-called Xishan sanatorium, which she had heard of, was nominally a sanatorium, but in fact, it was closed to patients with mental problems.

However… this is indeed a once and for all approach.

Thinking of Amelia Wytte’s murder of Bill Clinton, Laura Kent didn’t hesitate any more: “That’s it, I’ll arrange for them to go right away!”

“She did what she said, and was very efficient. When she returned to her room, she immediately contacted the group of people who arranged to take care of Amelia Wyttee at the villa in the western suburbs.”.

Elena Kent, went to contact her friend at the Xishan Sanatorium and soon negotiated the time for Amelia Wytte to move to another place.

Both men returned to the living room with great relief.

……

Almost at the same time as their phone call, Nicola Clinton received the news from her assistant.

“Mr. Clinton, just after listening in on the phone from MRs. Kent, she contacted the villa under her name and said she wanted to relocate.”

As expected by Nicola Clinton,

“Can you confirm which property is in her name?”

“It has been determined that the location is in the western suburbs, which is a half mountain villa. It is temporarily uncertain whether the person they are talking about is Miss Amelia Wytte, but there is an 80% chance that it is.”

“This high probability is enough.” Nicola Clinton casually picked up the suit jacket that was draped around her body. “When are they going to move someone?”

As the assistant walked behind him towards the outside of the office, he said in detail, “Just at 8:00 this evening, the appointed meeting place is at the door of MRs. Kent Villa, as well as the place where they moved…”

Speaking of this, the assistant hesitated for a rare moment.

Nicola Clinton turned and gave him a faint glance. “Go ahead,”

Thinking of what he was listening to, the assistant couldn’t help swallowing.

“It’s Xishan Sanatorium.”

Xishan Sanatorium is renowned throughout the capital circle. It is said that even if people without mental health problems are locked in, sooner or later they will be locked out of mental illness.

They want to move Amelia Wyttee there without saying a word.

“Xishan Sanatorium?” Nicola Clinton’s face darkened. “Have someone go to the place where they handed over and ambush them. As soon as you see Amelia Wyttee’s figure, bring them back to

“Yes.” The assistant was about to go, turned around and walked away. Within two steps, Nicola Clinton stopped him again.

“Wait,” he said.

The assistant stopped and said, “What else?”

“There are also some additional personnel assigned to the Xishan Sanatorium, and… Forget it, arrange for a car, and I’ll follow them to the agreed handover location.”

At 8 pm, in the western suburbs.

The villa is located halfway up the mountain, and the air is much colder than in other parts of the city.

Amelia Wytte was bundled firmly and was pushed out of the villa door by several robbers.

“She was just tied up with her hands, so she wasn’t sealed off, but she was able to speak normally. However, Amelia Wytte also knew that the entire mountainside was only a real estate owned by Laura Kent.”.

This is in the real sense, even if he shouted his throat open, no one would find out about her being kidnapped.

“Boss, have they come yet?”

The robbers are not afraid of Amelia Wyttee shouting, and it is inevitable that they are somewhat careless while watching Amelia Wyttee at the moment.

After all, in a place like this, after watching Amelia Wyttee for so long without being able to do anything, they have already become impatient.

In their eyes, Amelia Wytte is now like a heavy burden that can finally be lifted.

“It should be soon.” The kidnapper’s boss pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled a layer of gray fog colored smoke.

“He raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch. ‘There are still a few minutes to go until 8:00. Wait a moment, don’t worry.'”

As he spoke, the engine sounded, and then a dark car slowly approached in the darkness.

The headlight is shaking, causing pain.

The boss raised his hand to cover it for a moment, and the passenger’s car stopped. The door opened as if someone had walked down. He then shouted at a distance, “Are you from Xishan Sanatorium?”

Probably because didn’t expect anyone else to know about plan this time, and he didn’t even think that someone else would come here at this point, so he asked directly and sharply.

Inside the car, the assistant sat in the passenger compartment and glanced through the rearview mirror at the seat where Nicola Clinton was sitting in the rear row.

“I saw Nicola Clinton slowly closing her eyes and saying, ‘Follow their words and bring the person directly over without having to panic.'”

“Yes.” The assistant winked at the driver beside him. The driver immediately put on his sunglasses and got out of the car. Behind him, several nurses and doctors dressed up followed him.

Several people also carried a stretcher very professionally, approached it from a distance, glanced at Amelia Wytte and asked, “Where is she?”