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 panic

ventured into

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 from

moment before my captor could react,

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

you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence before the man, with a swift move of

“I told

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because I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

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

slip that could end

resigned myself to driving wherever this

again twice, but I

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

another car pulled in behind

out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you

I stammered, fumbling with

car behind us appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy and

here too?” I