"Tiffany," Arlo was startled to see Tiffany's eyes flutter open.
"You—how are you awake?!"
He had administered a carefully measured dose—enough to keep her unconscious for at least three hours.
How could she have woken up in less than two?
Damn it, he should have tied her up!
"Arlo," Tiffany's brows furrowed deeply, her gaze filled with disbelief as she stared at him.
"You kidnapped me?!"
Her lips trembled as she clenched them tightly, her entire body shaking with fury and crushing disappointment.
"Why would you do this?!"
At this point, Arlo saw no reason to keep up the act.
"Fanny, you've got it all wrong.
I didn't kidnap you—I'm just doing a job for money," He shot her a glance, a sinister smirk creeping across his face.
"As for who exactly told me to do this, I'm not sure myself.
Maybe I'll find out when I see you later."
Someone paid Arlo to kidnap her?!
Tiffany's pupils are constricted in shock at his words.
