After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#129 “You will not Kill Me.”

Sophia forced herself to take deep breaths, realizing that no matter what was happening, maintaining her composure was crucial for survival. She began scanning the dimly lit car for any possible means of escape or hints about their destination.

The windows were tinted, obscuring her view of the surroundings, making it challenging for Sophia to discern their route. In her mind, she mentally tracked the turns, contemplating the possibility of retracing her steps if she ever got a chance to escape and return to the safety of the hotel.

Seated in the back, she was flanked by men dressed in black, with a driver and another masked man in the front. The environment surrounding her made Sophia conclude that whoever wanted her was a person with money and power.

The high-end car, complete with advanced features, continued its journey without anyone uttering a word. Sophia found solace in the belief that if her captors intended to harm her, they would have done so already.

The vehicle eventually came to a halt, and abruptly, a blindfold was placed over Sophia’s eyes. Accepting the situation without resistance, she decided not to ask questions, sensing that information would not be freely shared. She had a feeling she’d soon find out why they’d kidnapped her.

Guided out of the car, Sophia noticed her heels sinking into the soft ground. She made a mental note that they had most likely taken her to the desert, but they weren’t far from the city. The drive was no more than twenty minutes.

The men maneuvered her through an unfamiliar path until she felt solid ground beneath her feet. This suggested an enclosed space, possibly a building. After a couple of turns, a door creaked open, and she was led into a room. Placed in a chair, the blindfold was removed, and Sophia blinked to adjust her eyes to the sudden light.

Seated across from her was a tall man in his late forties, impeccably dressed in a suit. He was smiling at her, but Sophia did not return his smile.

room appeared abandoned, with bare concrete walls, a solitary table, and a chair. The men who had abducted her positioned

boss across from her, as he was the only one well-dressed and

the man defiantly, “Are you going to explain why you brought me here, or do I

this does not deter her. She knew that if she showed weakness now he

gotta hand it to you, Miss Johnson. Most of my hostages are usually bawling their eyes out by now,” he remarked, his words laced with a chilling

like

a sly smile. “Only when I’m

his head as if amused

because we have a problem with

straight. What do you want from

I want you to stop meddling in

on the man. “To whom?” she asked, genuine confusion etched across her

who helped hire

this?” Sophia inquired, her tone more assertive. She already had a hunch about the connection, but she

You intervened by postponing help that we do

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