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

ventured into the secluded areas.

was 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 from

before my captor could react, I answered.

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

bad signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish

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

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I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

slightly against my neck. “Make another

that could

as I resigned myself to driving wherever this madman wanted.

tried calling again twice, but I

arrived at a large, rundown mansion in an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of a dilapidated house,

brakes, another car

my door, snarling, “What are

stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.

appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy

her here too?” I thought