CHAPTER 850: CHAPTER 850: TREATING HER AS NANCY NASH

Clara Thornton originally wanted to fight desperately with Zeke Warren, but he seemed to have sensed something. He released a knockout gas inside the car, and Clara inhaled quite a bit the moment she got in.

After she asked that question, she immediately felt weak and could only slump in the back seat.

Clara couldn’t help but curse silently; she felt she deserved it. Who asked her to secretly laugh at Nancy Nash’s inability to taste the poison, and now it was her turn to suffer.

She absolutely deserved it!

There was no other way. Clara could only temporarily go along and wait for this person to reveal his purpose. Anyway, at most, he would use her as bait to threaten Eleanor Sterling.

The car soon arrived at an abandoned villa.

After stopping, Clara was dragged out by her collar by Zeke Warren, and she was hauled into the villa.

Zeke threw her onto the sofa and then took out a rope to tie her up.

Clara rolled her eyes, "I’ve already inhaled the Soft Muscle Powder, I’m limp all over, there’s no need for this, right?"

Zeke ignored her. After tying her up, he stood up and took out his phone to call Miles Foster, "Hello, Mr. Miles, I’ve already captured Nancy Nash. She’s in the villa now. Yes, I understand. Okay, I’ll wait for your instructions."

Upon hearing Zeke’s words, Clara’s eyes widened in shock, a look of disbelief on her face.

Damn! So, she was captured not to be used as leverage against Eleanor Sterling but because they mistook her for Nancy Nash.

It’s simply unjust; how on earth did she look like Nancy Nash?

Clara was on the verge of tears, feeling extremely unlucky. Sitting innocently at the Faulkner Family, yet trouble fell from the sky.

"Hey, mister, you’ve got the wrong person, I’m not Nancy Nash!"

Zeke glared at her menacingly, "Shut up! Make any more noise and I’ll poison you mute!"

Clara indeed went silent.

It seemed she had no choice but to comply for now and think of a way to escape later.

A few hours later, there was some commotion in the villa.

Miles Foster came in with a few others, and Zeke immediately went up to him, "Mr. Miles, the person is here."

Zeke pointed at Clara on the sofa.

Miles offered a sinister smile, "Tonight, I’ll have Nancy Nash. By then, Thomas Quincy would have a massive cuckold to wear; just thinking about it amuses me."

Clara felt her heart plummet.

What kind of sin had she committed?

This person wanted to harm Nancy Nash, but should she suffer in Nancy’s place? No way! She thought she couldn’t endure the punishment for Nancy.

Clara immediately started struggling fiercely, shouting, "Hey, you’ve got the wrong person, I’m not Nancy Nash!"

Miles was so absorbed in his happiness that when he turned his head upon hearing her voice, he saw an unfamiliar woman.

Not Nancy Nash!

Miles’s face instantly turned grim, and he stepped forward to grab Zeke by the collar, "Useless! You’ve got the wrong person!"

Zeke stood there dumbfounded. He hadn’t taken it to heart when that woman warned him earlier, but now that Miles said they got the wrong person, he realized.

"Mr. Miles, what do we do now? Should I make another trip to the Faulkner Family?"

Miles gritted his teeth, "It’s too late. I’ve already contacted Thomas Quincy to exchange Nancy Nash for Henry Foster. He’s probably already on his way to my designated spot, and the Faulkner Family must be on alert by now."

"Then what should we do?"

Miles’s gaze shifted, landing on Clara. Only then did he notice that Clara did somewhat resemble Nancy Nash.

If that’s the case, then just send her over as if she were Nancy Nash. After all, Thomas Quincy wouldn’t know if it’s real or fake.