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

ventured into the

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

moment before my captor could react,

Ferguson, what’s going on? She’s been waiting outside for ages and hasn’t seen you.” Before I could respond, the blade’s edge grazed my skin–a clear

house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked,

he spat, “I told

ཚ ཇ ༀ རཾ ཛ ཧཻ

slipped because I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

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

that could end my life.

I resigned myself

but I

an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front

hit the brakes, another car pulled

my door, snarling, “What are

I stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.

appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy and

her here too?”