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.

abandoned, with bare concrete walls, a solitary table, and a chair. The men who

decided that it was their boss across from her,

“Are you going to explain why you brought me here, or do I have to piece it together on my

her. She knew that if she showed

gotta hand it to you, Miss Johnson. Most of my hostages are usually bawling their eyes out by now,” he

like to

with a sly smile. “Only when I’m

erupted into laughter, shaking his

we have a problem with you. A

straight. What do you want from me?”

good. I want you to stop meddling in

times, fixing her gaze on the man. “To whom?” she asked,

for someone who helped hire a lawyer for Lisa

this?” Sophia inquired, her tone more assertive. She already had

postponing help that we do not

the will is real,