Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 717 Distress in the BasementExclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It was past the usual working hours, so there wasn't a soul in sight in the basement. Carol had left early today and reminded me to head back sooner. However, I lost track of time because I was engrossed in my work.

As I traversed the basement, I heard hurried footsteps behind me before feeling a rush of wind. I turned and instinctively dodged, but I took a hit on my shoulder. It caused me to grunt in pain.

Before I could realize what had happened, another blow struck me. This time, I saw what hit me. It was a wooden bat. I sidestepped and shouted, "Who are you?!"

I noticed the person wearing black sportswear with a hood and mask to cover their features. I couldn't even make out what gender the person was. However, the person's slender figure hinted at them being a woman.

"What the hell do you want?!" I demanded, retreating while watching the assailant. Suddenly, two more masked individuals with wooden bats appeared behind her.

I knew they were targeting me and had prepared for this confrontation. I soon realized they had trapped me. I pointed at the woman and shouted, "Don't be so rash! There are cameras everywhere!"

She remained silent and advanced toward me. I backed away nervously and asked again, "What do you want?! Who the hell are you?"

As I tried to figure out the woman's identity, something even more terrifying happened. The piercing sound of a motorcycle echoed throughout the basement.

I instinctively looked back, and the motorcyclist revved their engine at the entrance to Section E of the basement parking. The sound was intimidating, and I could almost imagine what would happen next.

Meanwhile, the trio with bats continued to approach. I knew they had planned to catch me in the middle, with the motorcycle closing in from behind.

"Wh-who are you people? What do you want with me?" I could only feign composure while nervously retreating. I regretted Atlas's advice to wait in the office for him to come and pick me up.

My phone was in my bag, and only my car keys were in my hand. I knew trying to reach for my phone to call for help was impossible. Moreover, my car wasn't in this section. Instead, it was in Section E.

"you won't get away with this, no matter who you guys are! There are surveillance cameras everywhere, and security patrols are regular. Besides, my fiance is on his way. You won't escape." I tried to buy time, hoping for a chance to escape.

Upon hearing my words, the woman scoffed. I knew for sure she was a woman after that. I immediately thought of Liora, but she didn't fit. She wasn't tall, and the woman before me seemed skinnier. It also couldn't be Stella since the scoff didn't match her voice.

The roaring motorcycle behind me grew even louder. I glanced around and noticed the garage was nearly empty. Most of the cars belonged to the upstairs employees. With working hours over long ago, only a few cars remained.

I hoped for someone to come down and make the assailants less audacious. Then, I would seize the chance to escape or dial for help. However, I seemed to have run out of time and could only save myself.

I suddenly turned and sprinted toward the exit, taking advantage of the gap. Behind me, a sinister female voice shouted, "Get her!" Immediately after, the motorcyclist roared toward me.