Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 295

Hearing that, Harriet was trembling with anger.

'Isn't she angry? Is she numb?'

'Does she have a heart or not?!'

"Arya, you are with Xavier not because you love him, but because I was with him, so you take him

away from me." Harriet tried to seduce her.

If Xavier knew that Arya was not with him because of love, would he be so good to her?

Arya looked at her as if she were a fool. Would Arya fall into such a low-level trap?

Besides, she never said she didn't love Xavier. If she didn't, how could she be with him and give birth to

their child?

She was with Xavier because she loved him.

For the first half of her life, she thought she never knew what love was, but after knowing Xavier, she

knew what love was.

"Are you done talking? If so, get out of the way!" Arya's tone became a little cold. She hated Harriet's

endless pestering.

Harriet didn't know what to do. She didn't expect that Arya could not be seduced by such a big bait.

"Arya, you really don't care about your background?" Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Arya didn't even bother to pay attention to it. If she wanted to know, she could ask Xavier to help her

find out instead of asking Harriet.

The driver looked back at Arya and asked, "Should I call the police, or I pull her away?"

The driver Xavier arranged was not only good at driving but also very skilled in kung fu.

Arya looked down at the time and looked up at Harriet, "Get out of the way, or I'll ask him to drag you to

the side. Choose one."

Harriet knew there was no hope. She failed to deceive Arya because Arya was too vigilant.

She had to get out of the way. Although her plan didn't work, fortunately, she had another plan.

Although it seemed that Arya didn't care, she was a little distracted by Harriet's words. She just didn't

show it in front of Harriet.

She looked out the window, the scenery flashed by rapidly, and became confused. Her mother had

never told her about her past. She could not figure out whether Harriet's words were true or false.

"There seems to be a car following us behind, Madam." The driver looked at the black van from the

rear-view mirror. He deliberately took a detour to find out if it was following them.

After confirming, he asked Arya.

Arya frowned and looked back through the rear window at the black van behind them, her heart

hanging up.

She ordered the driver, "Don't panic."

As she spoke, she was looking for her phone to call Xavier, and her fingers trembled involuntarily. If

she were alone, she wouldn't be so flustered. However now, she was pregnant, and she wasn't alone.

Just as she found Xavier's number and was about to call him, another call came in.

It was Jasper.

Arya answered.

"Will you come?"

Jasper asked, not because he wanted her to attend his wedding, but because he wanted to see her.

He wanted to see her and talk with her openly.

"Yes..."

At this moment, the car following behind suddenly approached from the side. The driver had to turn the

steering wheel violently. The car scratched the green belt, and the sound was harsh.

The car turned so suddenly that Arya dropped her phone.

The driver was calm, "They're trying to force us to stop."

Arya covered her belly with one hand and grabbed the railing with the other, "Can you get rid of it?"

The driver nodded, "Hold on."

Arya naturally knew what he meant, "Just do it. Don't worry about me."

She could take good care of herself, and most importantly, she couldn't let the other party succeed.

It was obvious that Harriet didn't achieve her goal, so she used Plan B.

The driver got rid of the black van after a few twists and turns. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh

of relief, a large truck came in from the side and blocked his way in front of him. Arya's driver turned

left, and the truck followed. Arya's driver turned right, and the truck also followed, not allowing him to

leave.

The van in the back followed closely. Arya's car was sandwiched between the van and the truck. The

driver couldn't find a way out. Finally, Arya's car was forced to park on the right side of the truck. On the

left was the green belt, and behind was the black van.

Many people came out of the van with sticks and knives, approaching Arya.

Arya bent over to look for her phone. At this moment, with a bang, the car window was smashed. She

instinctively withdrew her hand, covering her belly and hiding to the right. At this time, the right door

was opened, and they grabbed Arya and pulled her down. Arya grabbed the seat tightly.

"Get out of the car." The man's long knife approached Arya's neck.

The driver took the opportunity to get out of the car and kicked away the man who threatened Arya with

a knife.

The driver was good, but there were so many enemies who were armed. The driver's back was cut by

a machete, and blood flowed out. It was dreadful.

"Come down if you don't want to die." The man who cut the driver pointed at Arya with a bloody knife.

Arya had already known the situation clearly. She could not escape, so she suppressed her fear. "What

you want is me. Let him go."

If she continued resisting, the driver would probably die.

Since she would still be caught, why not go with them now? The driver might still be alive.

Their target was Arya, so they immediately stopped, grabbed Arya, stuffed her into the van, and left

immediately.

The truck drove away. Arya's driver lay on the ground and couldn't move.

Arya's phone fell off, but she didn't hang up. When Jasper heard that something had happened to her,

though he was still wearing a tuxedo, he left the guests and the bride behind, located her phone, and

found the place where the accident had happened. Jasper quickly got out of his car and walked

towards Arya's car. There was no one inside.

Jasper grabbed the dying driver and asked anxiously, "Where is she?"

The driver pointed in the direction in which the van disappeared. "H-Help me inform Mr. Jones..."

Before the driver could finish speaking, he fainted. Jasper took out his cell phone and was about to

make a call. Just as he was about to dial the number, he changed the number and called an

ambulance and said as he got into the car, "Please send an ambulance to People Road quickly.

Someone is seriously injured."

Hanging up the phone, he chased in the direction the driver pointed.

The wedding was a mess because of the groom who suddenly disappeared. Jasper's phone kept

ringing.

Jasper turned off his phone in annoyance.

He kept looking ahead to see if there were any suspicious cars.

At the intersection ahead, the lights were red but a speeding van drove straight through and even sped

up. Jasper hesitated for a moment and chased after it. A car that drove side-on almost hit his car. That

driver cursed, "Are you f*cking blind? How dare you run the red light!"

Jasper ignored him and continued to chase after the van.

After a lot of detours, the van finally stopped at the dock. Arya was taken to a junk freighter.

Harriet sat in a chair in the cabin with a gun in her hand and was gently wiping it with a handkerchief.

Seeing Arya being brought in, Harriet smiled. "I wanted to invite you, but you b*tch, you only come with

those men."

Arya compressed her lips and said nothing. She did not resist or refute.

Now that she had no initiative, it would be bad for her to provoke Harriet.

"Tie her up." Harriet waved.

Arya suppressed her panic, "Harriet, what do you want?"

She laughed and almost burst into tears. She stood up and walked to Arya, "Why?" She sneered, "Why

do we have completely different fates?"

She may have suffered a little in the first half of her life, but in the second half of her life, she had

Xavier, and she was the only descendant of the Porter Family and the only heir in the Porter Family in

which three generations were all soldiers.

Perhaps money could earn respect, but as the child of such a family, she would be more respected.

Besides, her father was sacrificed in a mission, so as long as her identity was public, Henry would

never object to her being with Xavier again.

How could Arya have all of these?

Harriet patted Arya on the face, "Because I'm not resigned to it."