Chapter 14


    Chapter 14 We Divorced Five Years Ago


    Mia struggled a moment, realizing she couldn’t break free, she gave up, “So this is where you draw the


    line, Mr. Smith? Your threshold must be really low.”


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    With a strong tug, Joe pulled her directly into his arms and started heading toward the garage.


    “Joe Smith! What are you doing?”


    David hadn’t expected Joe to pull something like this, he angrily yelled and started to pursue them. But


    Smith’s bodyguards seemed toe out of nowhere, blocking his way.


    “Let go of me!”


    The sudden turn of events shocked Mia. Sheshed out at Joe, fists, and feet flying, demanding that he


    release her.


    But no matter how she protested, Joe’s face remained calm, leading her to his car and pushing her


    inside.


    The door locked behind her, and Mia couldn’t get out.


    She looked at him her eyes cold and sarcastic, “It’s been a few years, and I never thought I’d see Mr.


    Smith be a robber.”


    Joe ignored her, simply starting the car and leaving Sun House.


    Seeing that he was unaffected by her words, Mia, frustrated, turned to look out the window, not wanting


    to waste her breath on him any longer.


    It was then that Joe nced over at Mia.


    Perhaps his actions had been a bit too rough, her skirt was a little disheveled, revealing smooth,


    delicate skin.


    Comparing the present Mia to the one from five years ago, always with a hint of worry and mncholy,


    he couldn’t deny that she was now as vibrant as a rose, her features even more refined.


    Even though Joe was reluctant to admit it, he had to say, Mia had done very well since leaving him.


    He pressed his lips together, refocusing on the road.


    Once they arrived at the vi where they had once lived together, Joe opened the car door and reached


    out to help Mia.


    Without hesitation, she pped his hand away, “Mr. Smith, spare me your pretense. I dare not hold the


    hand of a kidnapper.”


    Maybe she didn’t even notice herself, but in front of Joe, she always seemed a bit sharper than usual.


    She stepped out of the car and looked at the familiar vi, her


    eyes devoid of emotion.


    Even though she had lived here for three years, Mia had to admit that the ce had never brought her


    a day of joy, only endless pain.


    “Go in.”


    Joe said in a deep voice.


    Mia nced back at the Aston Martin parked behind her, contemting the possibility of seizing the


    keys from Joe and escaping. In the end, she gave up.


    Even after five years, the vi’s decor hadn’t changed much as if time had never passed here.


    A hint of sarcasm shed in Mia’s eyes, “Mr. Smith, did you ruin your reputation to bring me here just


    for a tour of the vi?”


    Seeing her so defiant, Joe’s expression cooled.


    “Where have you been in the past five years?”


    Mia had vanished without a trace back then, a fact that remained a mystery.


    “Farnd. You didn’t find out, Mr. Smith?” Mia sat on the sofa; her tone rxed.


    Actually, she had nned to go to Farnd but met people from the Clinton family in Burkina Faso


    who were looking for


    someone. They took her to the Clinton Family Headquarters in Albania, helping her hide her tracks.


    Having spent a few years with the Clintons, Mia had changedpletely and even inherited substantial


    wealth.


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    As she had said earlier, Joe wouldn’t find it so easy to get to her


    anymore.


    Joe looked at Mia for a moment, then suddenly said, “The Johnson family is not suitable for you. Leave


    David Johnson.”


    As he spoke, he took out his checkbook and began to write, “How much money do you need? I’ll give it


    to you.”