Chapter 270


    My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal’s de, fear coursed through my veins


    Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.


    Frozen in ce, the fear within me escted 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


    ns, the more my panic grew


    The more we ventured into the secluded areas.


    The only time the man spoke was tomand me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn left.” Then, amidst the


    Seizing the moment before my captor could react, I answered


    Gregory''s 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, tk


    a clear warning.


    ? Where 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


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


    “Sorry, my hand slipped because I''m so nervous.” I lied, trying


    to sound convincing


    He let out a coldugh, pressing the knife slightly against my neck. "Make another slip, and I might slip too.


    A slip that could end my life.


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


    Gregory tried calling again twice, but I dared not answer.


    Eventually,-we arrived at rge,


    rundown fnansion in an old estate:


    Driving-through the grand entrance,


    we stopped in front of a dprdatec


    holise, weeds overtaking its ‘garden.


    As I hit the brakes, another car pulled in behind us


    The man quickly got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting for? Get out!”


    “Okay, I stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.


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


    “Jarrod had forced her here too?” I thoughtContent ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    But then, Dorathy red at me


    fiercely and c&mmanded the other


    thugs in thesyard, “What are you.


    waiting for? Throw her down theret’


    Without-hesitation, two of them


    grabbed me and threw me into the


    basement, stirring up clouds of dust


    that choked me. My hands-scraped


    painfully against the concrete floor./


    Above, a single incandescent bulb flickered, blurring my vision.


    As I tried to get up, the sound of high heels approached, step by step, until-


    “Ah!”


    Dorothy stepped on my fingers, the pain shooting up my arm, tears springing to my eyes.


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    Hearing my-cry, she seemed even ~


    more delighted. Squatting down, she


    taunted, “Jane, I warned you. Just


    sign.those divorce papers. Why do


    your rinsist on clinging to Bryant?”