Love Exchanging Part 2

Chapter 91. Where'd You Take My Wife.

The next day after bathing and dressing neatly again, the newlyweds seemed, enjoying a meal together in a cafe inside the luxury hotel, they seemed to have a close conversation.

Elsewhere Fatih was in another luxury hotel, calling someone.

Fatihem.

"Hello try to get your work done today, and follow the plan I told you about."

Fatih Guards.

"Good Young Master."

Fatih closed the conversation on her phone, and smiled with mystery.

Elsewhere in the hotel cafe occupied by two couples Aryan and Afkar, finished eating and talking. They continue their street events again, visiting interesting places in the beautiful city of Paris.

Afkar hugs his beloved wife, as well as Aryan. While walking on the sidewalk of the big street of the beautiful city, they want to enjoy the atmosphere of the city streets are quite crowded pedestrians as well. They continued walking down the road on the side of the main shaft road.

Arriving at a place that was not so crowded, there was a black sedan car stop, and came out three men with a black jacket, wearing sunglasses, and a black mask.

Get out of the car, and no one is suspicious about it.

All thought was just a few people who wanted to enjoy that sidewalk road as well.

It was unexpected, the three burly men immediately surrounded the path of Afkar and Aryan and his partner.

One of the men, forcibly pulled Alexa, and the three men pulled guns.

Afkar and Aryan were in shock, Nirmala and Alexa shouted.

The burly man who pulled Alexa, immediately covered his mouth, and put his gun on Alexa's head.

"Dare to get close, this woman I can shoot."

Said the man who had hugged Alexa, and put a gun on Alexa's forehead, which was already flooded with tears, very frightened.

Afkar and Aryan immediately knelt down and pleaded, while some of the passersby who also saw him looked in shock as well, they could only retreat, and shut their mouths, but there were also some who called, but there were also some who called, maybe call security.

"I beg you to release my wife..."

Afkar said stammered - brick frightened, very shocked by events they never thought, like this, Afkar began to shed tears, his hands folded apologizing, he really loved Alexa, he really loved Alexa, he didn't want his wife shot by a man he didn't know.

Aryan also cried his beloved sister, faced the bad situation.

"Please let me go, tell us how much money you need."

But unfortunately the three men, immediately passed dragging Alexa away.

Aryan and Afkar chase, and perform a kicking motion.

The two burly men in black jackets, who were experts at shooting straight at Aryan and Afkar's Legs, were fortunate that they could both avoid it. Because they are also martial arts.

Everything was so fast going by, they were rolling on the ground, giving the three men the chance to take Alexa, put her in the car, with the driver ready at the wheel of her steering wheel, and immediately hit the gas, because there were four people with the driver.

Afkar keeps running with Aryan chasing the car, but what power they are, who only use running legs.

They stopped the car and chased, but the abductors knew the city streets very well, they entered the hallway, and entered a gate like a big warehouse, and their tracks instantly disappeared into the former.

While elsewhere, in a car that has been controlled Afkar steering wheel, can only scream depression, so can Aryan. Their minds are very upset

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh...!!! .keaaat,...!!!! Where you brought my wife...Aaaaaahhh..!!!"

Afkar screamed in depression, his tears had been spilled on his cheeks, he was really very sorry to have come out today, but what his power, Rice had already become porridge.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh....Siaaaaaa...!!! Where'd you take my sister...Ahhhhh...!!!! If you dare to injure my sister, just a little bit of her skin, I will kill*h you,*liti your skin, Aaaaaaahhhhh...!!!"

Aryan and Afkar are getting crazy, they are like a trance to find the car. But already lost track, they keep trying to find, circling every corner of the road, with a cry of depression.

The owner of the car they were wearing, could only take a deep breath.

Seriate.