My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1258

After Benjamin Gomez left, the driver was sprawled on the ground, clenching his teeth as he forced his arm back into place. The pain made him dizzy, but he pushed himself up and grabbed the phone Emily Blair had left behind. She’d warned him before—if anything went wrong, he was supposed to get in touch with Tristan Davis and Elizabeth Wilson.

Leaning against the car, the driver fumbled with the phone, hands shaking so badly he almost dropped it. He found Emily’s pinned chat and called Tristan. The phone just kept ringing. He tried again, his breath coming in harsh gasps. On the third try, Tristan finally answered.

“Emily, what’s going on?” Tristan’s voice was light, teasing, almost playful. “Sorry, I was in a meeting and missed your call. You miss me or something?”

The driver couldn’t answer at first. He just sucked in a shaky breath.

Tristan picked up on it right away. His tone dropped, sharp and serious. “Emily?”

“I’m not Emily. I’m Ms. Blair’s driver.” The words tumbled out. “Something happened. She was taken. The kidnappers said if anyone calls the police, they’ll kill her. I don’t know what to do. Ms. Blair told me to contact you. You’re the only one I could think of.”

Tristan’s voice turned icy, the kind of cold that made you shiver. “What did you just say?”

The driver swallowed hard. “Ms. Blair... she was taken. Just now. Please, you have to come.”

Tristan’s response was quick, urgent. “I’m coming. Send me the address.”

The driver nodded, then added, “Mr. Davis, you can’t call the police. The kidnappers said they’d kill her if you do.”

There was a scraping sound—Tristan had leapt up from his office chair, the legs screeching against the floor. His assistant looked over and saw his face, more furious than anyone had ever seen.

The assistant’s heart skipped. “Mr. Davis, what happened?”

Tristan ignored him, slammed his fist down on the desk, and muttered into the phone, “Got it. I’m on my way.”

He hung up, his jaw clenched tight as he strode out of the office. The assistant scrambled to catch up. “Mr. Davis, you’ve got an important meeting soon. Where are you going?”

Tristan didn’t slow down. He just tossed back, “Postpone it.”

The assistant stood in the hallway, baffled, as Tristan disappeared. A coworker came over, wide-eyed. “What just happened? I’ve never seen Mr. Davis like that. He looked scary.”

The assistant shook his head. “No idea.” He rubbed his arms, still spooked. “Honestly, I’ve never seen him like that either. I was afraid to say anything.”

The coworker gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Meanwhile, the driver called Elizabeth Wilson and told her everything. She reacted just like Tristan—hung up and rushed over without another word.

The driver waited by the car, debating over and over whether to call the police. He never did.

If it was Benjamin Gomez, this wasn’t random. He was after Isabella Austin. He had a goal. That meant he probably wouldn’t hurt Emily, at least not yet. As long as Benjamin didn’t get what he wanted, Emily’s life wasn’t in immediate danger.

Still, Tristan’s expression darkened. He knew Benjamin hated Emily. Who knew what the man might do? He shut his eyes for a second, steadying himself.

He opened them and asked, “Did he say anything else?”

The driver blinked, trying to remember. “He told me to contact whoever needed to be contacted. He said those people should get in touch with him. He wanted to talk.”

The driver’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know who he meant. I don’t know who to call.”

“I do.”

A woman’s voice cut through the night, footsteps rushing closer. Elizabeth Wilson was there, a little out of breath, but her eyes locked with Tristan’s right away. They didn’t even have to speak—they both understood.

Tristan said, “He wants us.”

The driver’s face brightened with relief. “That’s good, right? Then please, Mr. Davis, call him. Try to get Ms. Blair back as soon as you can. Those guys looked dangerous. I’ve never been so scared.”

Tristan nodded. “He’s looking for us. We’re the ones he wants to talk to.”