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 grew

ventured into

light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting through the tension with a call

my captor could

came through, “Mrs. 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 warning.

even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled,

spat, “I told you,

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slipped because I’m

to sound convincing

against my neck. “Make another slip, and I

that could

I resigned myself

but I dared

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

the brakes, another car

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

fumbling with

of the car behind us appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy and Jarrod.

forced her here too?” I