Ex-husband’s Regret

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I couldn't help but smirk. "Haven't had the chance yet...

A black business car turned around the corner. Out of habit, I started to step back, but they suddenly accelerated, stopping right next to me!

Whoosh!

The tyres screeched against the ground.

I furrowed my brows. Just as I instinctively tried to avoid them, a young man wearing a cap pushed open the door and stepped out. In two large strides, he came up to me, swiftly covering my mouth and nose! "What are you trying to do..."

It all happened in a split second. I didn't finish my sentence. I had no time to resist, let alone escape. The smell of ether was strong. In just seconds, I passed out. Even my earphones fell to the ground under their rough handling.

When I woke up again, my head was muddled, limbs weak, unable to even lift my arms.

I could only half-open my eyes, surveying the surroundings.

I was still in that black MPV, tossed in the comer of the last row, hands and feet bound, forehead against the window. It was already dark outside, the street scenes barely visible in the gloom.

But I could vaguely tell we were in the outskirts of the city.

Besides the driver, there were four people in the car, one of whom was the guy in the cap who drugged

1. me.

He was the first to notice I had woken up, his voice hoarse. "Finally awake?"

"I told you, this girl looks so skinny, there's no need for such a big dose. You guys insisted on doing it your way. Lucky she woke up, otherwise, we'd be in trouble.

The driver, a middle-aged man, spoke up.

"Sure sure!" the person with the person with the hoarse voice cursed at him.

I struggled to to keep myself together and asked, "What do you... want with me?"

These people clearly operated in the shadows. I'd never dealt with such individuals, let alone had any conflicts with them. Why would they tie me up?

"What do we want?"

The person with the hoarse voice sneered. "Ask your dear uncle. Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. Just have your husband come and settle your uncle's gambling debts. Everything can be settled in

one

stroke!"

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"Don't play dumb, Bob. You know him!"

"I don't know him!"

I tried to bluff my way through.

The person with the hoarse voice stared at me, dangerously warning. "Enough with your childish tricks. Our boss had you tied up for a reason. If you don't want to die, don't try to be slippery with me."

I sneered, "If he owes money, go find him. Why bother with me? I don't have money!"

"If he could pay it off, would we be sent to find you?"

The person with the hoarse voice justified, 'Even if you don't have money, your uncle said your husband is Ryan, the CEO of the Frost Group. If you don't have money, does he not have money? Have him wire the money over, and we'll let you go immediately."

I was suddenly filled with anger, never expecting Bob to do something so low.

Taking a deep breath, I explained coldly, "I have nothing to do with Ryan anymore. Don't listen to Bob's nonsense."

"Whether it's nonsense or not, make that call, and everything will be clear."

He handed me the phone. I stared at the familiar number on it, my heart suddenly in turmoil.

"Do you even know who he is? He's Ryan, not someone you can mess with!"