After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#160 “Who the Lawyer was that They Kidnapped in Las Vegas?”

Sophia’s heart raced as she entered Evelyn’s apartment, her instincts screaming that something was terribly wrong. The silence was unsettling, and as she moved further in, her eyes widened in shock. There were signs of a break-in the door slightly ajar, belongings scattered.

She stopped dead in her tracks when her gaze fell upon the chair. The ropes, remnants of a forced restraint, sent shivers down her spine. Panic threatened to take hold, but Sophia fought to keep her composure. She needed to think clearly and act fast.

“Sophia, you gotta keep it together,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath.

She glanced around, assessing the situation. Her mind raced, and a decision formed. She needed information, and Kyle, with his mysterious connections, might hold the key. Swiftly, Sophia pulled out her phone and dialed Kyle’s number.

To her surprise, a robotic voice replied, “The number you’ve dialed is not in service. Please check the number and try again.”

Dread crept in, but Sophia refused to succumb to it. “No subscriber? That’s impossible,” she muttered, frowning at her phone.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Sophia decided to reach out to Sandro, Kyle’s cousin, who was her only hope of finding Kyle. She explained the situation hastily, emphasizing the urgency.

“Sandro, I need your help. Evelyn’s missing, and it’s not looking good. I think she stumbled onto something big, and we’re in deep trouble. I can’t get through to Kyle, and I need you to find out everything you can.”

Sandro, on the other end, absorbed the information. “Sophia, don’t worry. I’ll dig into this, find Kyle, and get back to you. Just be careful, okay?”

“Thanks, Sandro. We need to unravel this mess and find Evelyn. Keep me posted.”

mix of anxiety and determination. The search for answers had just begun, and she was ready to dive into the dangerous unknown to save

crossed his mind that Evelyn and Sophia

as Sophie robotic voice declaring that the subscriber with that number did not exist. A heavy sigh escaped him, signaling the gravity of the

to reach out to the people in the underworld, for they held

echoed through the phone – Alberto, one

it’s been years,” Sandro

entangled with a mafia group from the countryside, dealing

Sandro explained. “Have you

word on the street is that he’s returned home. Unlike you,

frustration, a mix of annoyance and concern etched on his

get me a number to reach him?” Sandro requested, understanding that connections were

course, Sandro, but I have a favor to ask

forming. ” Nothing is ever free with you. Go ahead, Alberto,

they kidnapped in Las Vegas, as far as I know, they blackmailed

wrong choice to get me into

job. What can you tell me about

replied. “If you need a lawyer to get you out of trouble, she’s not the person for you. She only does corporate work and clean work. She’s the daughter of a judge, but her grandfather is

that’s what I