My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1269

After what felt like forever, she finally heard Andrew’s deep voice on the other end of the line. “Who is this?”

“Benjamin Gomez,” Tristan answered. Then he let out a sarcastic laugh. “Your wife’s ex.”

Elizabeth swallowed the lump in her throat, her hands gripping tighter.

“Where are you? I’m coming to you right now,” Andrew said.

“Add me on WeChat. I’ll send you the location,” Tristan replied.

The call ended quickly. No wasted words.

Elizabeth watched Tristan pick up his phone, open WeChat, and add Andrew’s contact. He moved fast, sharing the location where the security footage had cut out. They were already on their way there.

Andrew just replied with a single “1.” After that, nothing.

Tristan put his phone down and turned his attention back to breaking through the network firewall.

Elizabeth sat close enough to see the tension in Tristan’s face. He looked torn, frustrated, and completely out of options. She’d known Tristan for five years. She could see right away that he and Andrew couldn’t stand each other. It was mutual, and it ran deep.

If Tristan was struggling right now, Andrew had to be feeling just as miserable.

But for Emily’s sake, these two guys who usually acted like sworn enemies had both chosen to back down. They were willing to compromise, just to keep her safe.

Elizabeth let herself sigh, pressing her lips together to keep from saying anything. She just wanted everything to work out in the end.

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As soon as Andrew got the message, he jumped in his car and sped toward the location Tristan had sent. One hand on the wheel, the other on his phone, he called his contacts, told them to grab their gear, and to meet him there.

Just as Tristan and Elizabeth’s car was about to reach the place, a message from Benjamin finally came through.

Tristan’s face went dark, anger flickering in his eyes. He gripped his phone so tightly it looked like it might break.

Elizabeth pressed her fist to her lips. Tears shimmered in her eyes.

She knew what Benjamin meant. He was about to send them a video or photo of Emily.

Stuff like this always made the news. The victim would get hurt, not enough to kill or cripple, just enough to shatter the family’s nerves. It was the classic way to force the family to give in.

Then another message appeared: [Check your email.]

Almost the second it arrived, Tristan’s phone buzzed with a new email alert.

He opened his inbox right away. The sender was just a string of random letters and numbers.