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.

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