My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1292

Tristan’s eyes were red, his whole body tense with a rage that pressed down on everyone around him.

Benjamin Gomez. All Tristan could think about was Benjamin Gomez. He wanted to tear him apart.

Elizabeth Wilson clenched her jaw. “Benjamin Gomez is insane. Completely out of his mind.”

Tristan’s eyes stayed bloodshot as he looked around, scanning the wide, empty space. Emily could be anywhere out here. Finding her would be like searching for a single drop in the ocean. The odds were slim. The time it would take felt endless.

It was terrifying, and Tristan hated how powerless he felt.

His phone chimed.

A message from an unknown number popped up: [Hurts, doesn’t it?]

Tristan closed his eyes, holding back the fury burning inside him. As much as he wanted to destroy Benjamin, he couldn’t let it show. He couldn’t risk making things worse.

His face was like stone, but his message back was steady. [I’m willing to trade myself for Emily. Let her go. Take me instead. I’m from the Davis family. You could get a lot more by using me. You know that.]

The reply was instant. [How sweet. But I’m not interested. I only want Emily. What are you going to do about that?]

Tristan typed, [I’ll give you everything I have. Money, whatever you want. Just let Emily go. Please.]

[Tempting, but I’m still not interested. Let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about Emily, shall we?]

[If you have any demands, tell me. I’ll do everything I can.]

On the other end, Benjamin Gomez let out a cold laugh, glancing sideways at Emily. “Tristan really cares about you. None of this was his problem, but he still jumped in. He’s hopeless.”

Emily didn’t even look at him.

“If you do well, I’ll let you down from here,” Benjamin warned. “If you mess it up…”

He looked back at the guy who’d kicked Emily earlier. “My friend here still has plenty of strength left. Understand?”

Emily glanced at the man, then dropped her gaze. “I understand.”

Benjamin sneered, then pulled out his phone. He opened a small app that would mask his location behind a tough firewall.

When he saw the connection was secure, he called Tristan.

On Tristan’s side, his phone was already plugged into his laptop. He spoke quickly to the men around him. “I’m about to video call Benjamin. Record the call. Find a way to trace his location while we’re talking.”

His team nodded, faces grim as they worked fast. Once the devices were synced, one guy looked up and gave Tristan the signal. “We’re ready. Go ahead.”