After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

The elevator doors remained open, leaving Aveline stuck in a dilemma. She was too scared to step out yet staying inside with the man felt equally dangerous.

She could feel his cold, unsettling gaze fixed on her, and her palms began to sweat as tension gripped her.

Seconds ticked by, and the elevator began to beep, signaling that the doors had been open too long.

"Are you getting in or out?" The man finally spoke, his voice raspy and filled with impatience, a voice she didn't recognize.

Aveline bit her lip, wondering why Mason still hadn't arrived. Even if he had to run, he should have been there by now.

But with the man growing more agitated, she knew she couldn't stall any longer.

Glancing at the dark, empty hallway outside, she made the difficult choice to stay in the elevator. At least there were security cameras inside, offering a sliver of protection. If she stepped out into that hallway, anything could happen.

She took a few steps back and pressed the button to close the doors. As they slowly shut, her anxiety heightened.

The elevator descended smoothly, and although the man behind her hadn't made a move, she couldn't let her guard down.

as the elevator reached the fourth floor, the

cold, and they were dressed in all

step back, pressing herself into the corner. Were these men working with the one already in

what would she

button. She had already pressed it four times-one more press

the doors slid open, Aveline wasted no time,

glanced up and noticed that the two men from the elevator had already left, while the man in the hat and mask seemed to glance in her

with sweat as she gripped the steering wheel, her heart still

her. She quickly

answered, her

with concern. "Miss Young, I'm so sorry. The elevator I was in malfunctioned, and

in Mason's tone as he asked, "Are

I'm fine now," Aveline said, starting to

elevator malfunction must have been intentional. But what