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.

more my panic

ventured into the secluded

light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone

before my captor

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

are you? 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

a sinister tone, he spat, “I

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I’m so nervous,”

to sound convincing

slightly against my neck. “Make another slip, and I might slip

could end my

my back as I resigned myself to driving wherever this madman wanted.

calling again twice, but

large, rundown mansion in an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of

the brakes, another car pulled in behind us

man quickly got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting

fumbling with my seatbelt.

car behind us appeared

her here