The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 692

"Yeah. I just took a different route."

"A different route? Isn't this a detour? Can I file a complaint against you?"

The moment Amelia said that, the driver went silent. But he didn't slow down, and he definitely didn't turn back toward the original route.

"Pull over, please. I'm getting out," she said again.

Just like she expected, the driver had no intention of listening. He kept heading toward some other destination.

This time, Amelia was certain someone was trying to set her up again.

At this speed, jumping out of the car would be nothing short of suicide.

If she leapt now, she'd either die on the spot or end up crippled for life.

She had no intention of jumping.

She'd planned to send Jeremy a distress signal, only to realize the signal had been blocked.

Clearly, they'd come prepared.

To so quickly and precisely intercept the car she ordered, stop the original driver, and send someone disguised to pick her up instead—it was obvious they'd been lying in wait, watching her for a long time.

She inwardly sneered. She was honestly curious who had gone to such elaborate lengths just to kidnap her.

Amelia stopped arguing and didn't attempt any reckless escape.

Instead, she sat quietly in the back seat, waiting to see what their next move would be.

Since her signal was jammed, confronting them head-on clearly wasn't wise. The only option was to steady the situation and wait for an opening.

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Seeing her so relaxed, not even a trace of panic on her face, genuinely surprised him.

This wasn't his first time doing a job like this. He was a seasoned professional.

He'd kidnapped plenty of people.

Men and women. Young, middle-aged, older. Most of them people were with status and experience.

But once they were taken, they were always terrified—crying, begging, trembling, or trying to negotiate.

This was the first time he'd seen someone stay this calm after being kidnapped.

And she looked young, delicate, even beautiful.

Is this woman mentally impaired or something?

Otherwise, there's no reason for her not to be afraid.

The driver stole another glance at Amelia in the mirror. She had her head tilted slightly, watching the cityscape blur past outside the window.

Her fingers even tapped lightly against her knee, as if she weren't in danger at all but simply enjoying the scenery.

They surrounded her in an instant, tied her up with thick, reinforced rope, and hauled her straight into an abandoned factory.

The entire sequence flowed seamlessly.

It was obvious they were extremely purposeful and thoroughly familiar with her situation.

They must have known she could fight. The second the car door opened, before she even had a chance to move, they restrained her.

Bound to a chair, Amelia hadn't even settled in before she saw a familiar figure step into view.

"Ah, long time no see, Ms. Nygard."

The familiar figure who spoke first was none other than the refined, mild-mannered-looking Esmond.

"Long time no see? I just watched you on TV the other day, acting all polished and respectable while giving that finance interview."

Amelia looked at him with a faint, mocking smile, her voice dripping with undisguised sarcasm.

Esmond didn't seem offended by her ridicule. He simply smiled back. "You're as sharp-tongued as ever.

"I wonder how it feels to be brought here so suddenly like this?"

Amelia let out a cold laugh, her gaze slicing toward him like a blade. "How should it feel? I've just realized that certain people have sunk even lower, resorting to cheap, dirty kidnapping tricks."

She paused deliberately, her eyes traveling over the immaculate, expensive suit he was wearing, her tone laced with open disdain.