Chapter 642
Brielle couldn’t help but smirk, a sarcastic curve playing at the corners of her lips. “Sorry about that. I’ve no clue where Aubree’s at,” she said, her voice tinged with irony.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the gas pedal was slammed down hard. She hadn’t even had time to buckle her seatbelt before she was nearly thrown backward.
Andrew was fuming, and today, he was driving a two–seater sports car that could go from zero to sixty in a heartbeat. As he floored it, the world outside the windows became nothing but a blur.
The speed was so intense it gave her a feeling of extreme weightlessness. Her scream was like stuck in her throat, unable to escape or be swallowed.
Brielle had never experienced anything like it. All she could hear was the roar of the engine. Everything else was lost to her. Time and space seemed to be in reverse, her recent meal pressing uncomfortably against her stomach, making her feel nauseous, but the cold sweat breaking out on her back made it impossible to vomit.
Andrew was torturing her on purpose, perhaps because she had sold Aubree’s house or maybe because of the slap she had given him last time. He was always one to hold a grudge, and she was sure he was looking for a chance to get back at her for that slap.
Brielle’s face grew colder, but she maintained her composure. “Andrew, are you trying to get us both killed?”
“Do you really think you’re worth dying with me?” His tone was cool, his muscles tense, as he pushed the gas pedal to the floor again.
Once the speed picked up, he slammed on the brakes. Even with her seatbelt fastened, Brielle felt her stomach churn with each jolt.
“Tell me where Aubree is, Brielle, and I’ll let you go,” Andrew demanded again.
Aubree wasn’t answering her phone, so the only person who might know her whereabouts was Brielle. The thought that Brielle had sold Aubree’s house without his permission sent Andrew into a panic. It was as if he was about to lose something vital.
Brielle gripped the safety belt, closing her eyes to ease the dizziness. “Aren’t you about to marry Tessa?”
With a sneer, Andrew sped up the car again. “My marriage to Tessa won’t affect what Aubree and I have. Tessa’s not in good health.”
Brielle found it both funny and bitterly ironic. So, he truly believed Aubree was just Tessa’s replacement when he needed to relieve himself?
She closed her eyes, her face growing pale. The car continued at this insane speed until they were far outside the city.
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Chapter 642
“The moment you tell me where Aubree is, I’ll let you go,” he said, pulling out his phone for her
to see.
Brielle saw the flashing name. Max was calling, but Andrew didn’t answer. He simply switched the phone to airplane mode. His phone had anti–surveillance technology, so no one could track
him.
She knew he meant it. There was nothing Andrew wouldn’t do, even if it meant killing her.
“You sure you want to play this game, Andrew? Tessa’s probably still in the ER, and if she doesn’t see you soon, who knows what kind of scene she’ll make?”
Her voice was calm, and her expression remained composed even as the adrenaline from the high–speed drive lingered.
Tessa was indeed still in surgery, and the situation was especially dire.
Andrew just remembered he had left something at Aubree’s place. It had been days since he’d seen her, so he decided to check her place. What greeted him was a stranger – a man he didn’t recognize. A flurry of thoughts and a surge of anger overwhelmed him, like a knife slicing through his body.
Was Aubree keeping other men on the side? How dare she?
He shoved the man aside, storming into the bedroom. The woman inside screamed, shaking with fear.
It wasn’t Aubree. Relief washed over Andrew, but before he could process it, the police were called, and he spent his morning at the station. It was only then he learned the house had been sold.
That house was once his refuge after late nights at work, where he would go to find Aubree. That was years ago, when he was hooked on Aubree’s presence. The sounds of the wind, thunder, and rain outside, him pressing down on her inside – it was a satisfaction like no other. In his mind, Aubree was always there, waiting for him. He never imagined the house would be sold one day.
