Chapter 82 Middle Of Nowhere

Mirabel woke up in a heavenly soft bed. Her entire body was aching as if she had been run over by a firetruck, still, it was sweetly soothed by the cool sheets wrapping around her body. She straightened her arms and let out a big stretch. For one blissful moment, this almost seemed like a normal day. She wakes up after a slow morning of sleeping in, feeling fully invigorated and refreshed. But that was not the case now. She sat up on the bed and stared around the room with a frown. Where the hell was she? Her head had begun to pound, as she remembered that the last thing she saw was the private jet. Those strange men had taken her into a strange airport, a strange plane… while Chase had been shot and betrayed by his own right-hand man. Panic kicked in instantly. She jumped out of bed, noticing that she was still dressed in the same white dress as the last night of the memorial. How long ago was that? “Oh my god, where the hell am I?” She could barely hold in her panic, hurrying