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.

my

more we ventured into

to command me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting through the tension with a call

the moment before my captor could react, I

came through, “Mrs. Ferguson, what’s going on? She’s been waiting outside for ages and hasn’t seen you.” Before I

leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked,

spat, “I told you, no

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hand slipped because I’m so

to sound convincing

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

that could end my life.

as I resigned myself to driving wherever this madman

twice, but I dared not answer.

an old estate. Driving through the

brakes, another car pulled

quickly got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting for? Get out!”

I stammered, fumbling

car behind us appeared

her here too?”