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

into the

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

captor could react, I answered.

ages and hasn’t seen you.” Before I could respond, the

Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked, “Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence

“I told

ཨཽ བཻ ཝཿ ཅ ཚ ཇ ༀ རཾ ཛ ཧཻ

slipped because I’m so nervous,” I lied, trying

to sound convincing

a cold laugh, pressing the knife slightly against my

that could

soaked my back as I resigned myself

again twice, but

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

another car pulled in behind

opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting

I stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.

us appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy and

forced her here