Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 270

My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal’s blade, fear coursed through my veins

Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.

Frozen in place, the fear within me escalated with each passing moment.

I tried to keep my voice steady. “Who sent you?”

The man snorted, “Cut the chatter and keep driving.”

His guard was up, making it clear he wasn’t to be trifled with.

Suddenly, it clicked. Bryant’s waming this moming… It all made sense now,

But neither of us could have anticipated this.

It was the weekend, and traffic was starting to pile up.

After what felt like an etemity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center along Harmony Street.

the more my panic grew

more we ventured into

intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone

before my captor could react, I

and hasn’t seen you.” Before I could respond, the blade’s edge grazed my skin–a

Is there a bad signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence before the man, with a swift move of his hand, ended the

he spat, “I told you, no funny business.”

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hand slipped because I’m so nervous,” I

to sound convincing

cold laugh, pressing the knife slightly against my neck. “Make another slip, and I

could end my

resigned myself to driving wherever

calling again twice, but I dared not answer.

Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of a dilapidated house, weeds overtaking

brakes, another car pulled in

door, snarling, “What are

stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.

car behind us appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy

had forced her here too?” I