"I wouldn't bother if I were you," a voice said. "The doors are locked. Don't even think about running."

I glanced at the man. He was staring intently at me.

"No, no, it's just that your door handle looks expensive. I was just touching it..."

I said with a nervous laugh. The man continued to stare.

"Seriously, dude, I have no money and I'm not good-looking. Why would you kidnap me? My mother would be worried sick if I disappeared."

I played the emotional card, but it didn't work. The man scoffed.

"Cut the crap. You already admitted to being Rylan Frost's lover."

He then added a sarcastic remark, "A college student with such low morals. You have hands and feet, why not work instead of being someone's mistress?"

"Who's a mistress? I'm not..."

Seeing the menacing looks on the faces of the burly men, I caved.

"Oh... so his name is Rylan!"

I regretted it as soon as I said it. The man glared at me with a menacing look in his eyes.

I was genuinely scared and didn't care about the money anymore, so I quickly came clean, "It's all a misunderstanding..."

But it was too late.

"Every mistress says that."

I was speechless, and an awkward silence filled the car.

"Let me tell you, kidnapping a college student is illegal!"

"Kidnapping? You're not tied up and you're sitting here perfectly fine. How is this kidnapping?"

"Well... I guess it isn't, huh?"

The car stopped, and the man turned around and extended a hand towards me, wearing a snow-white glove.

He wasn't wearing it before! There was no need to be so obviously disgusted! How rude!

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Gideon Frost, Rylan's son. I guess I should call you... stepmom?"

He said the word "stepmom" with a meaningful tone.

I awkwardly reached out and shook his fingertips.

"Haha, hello, hello..."

"We invited you here today because we need your help with something."

"What kind of help?"

Before I could react, the two burly men escorted me into a luxurious mansion.

As soon as I entered, I was dazzled by the opulent furniture and decorations. They dragged me into a room filled with people of all ages, both men and women, all gathered around a small, old-fashioned safe.

When they saw me, they all looked up at me as if they had seen a ghost.

The wealthy woman who had previously thrown money at me was there, too. They called her Debra. When I walked in, she awkwardly caught my eye for a moment.