After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline tilted her head slightly, relying on the sound to guide her. "Leo, is that you?"

Leo's surprised voice cut through the silence, "What happened to your eyes?"

"The people who held me here injected something into them," she replied, her voice calm despite the circumstances. "I can't see anything right now."

Without hesitation, Leo reached for her wrist, gently holding it. "I'll take you out of here. We need to get you to a hospital for a check-up."

Though hesitant at first, Aveline knew she didn't have much of a choice. Staying here was too dangerous-what if the people who had taken her returned? With a reluctant sigh, she followed Leo.

Still, something nagged at her. "Leo, how did you find me?"

As they moved cautiously toward the exit, Leo kept his grip on her steady, his voice soft. "I've been working on a nearby construction site. I saw you standing on the balcony one day. I tried to come up and talk to you, but the villa's bodyguards chased me off. After that, I kept an eye on the place and realized you were being held here. So, I figured out a way to distract them and get you out."

Aveline felt uneasy, but with her blindness, she had no choice but to trust him for now. "Thank you."

"You saved me before," Leo replied warmly. "I'm just glad I could repay the favor."

"Watch your step," he whispered gently as they reached a staircase.

guiding her at

inside the car and they were on the road, Aveline's tense body finally began to relax. They finally left-far from that nightmare of a place. Relief washed over her, though a dark thought lingered. Whoever had

car sped away,

immediately spotted

Tudor," he greeted

formality, his focus entirely on the

he found nothing-Aveline was

him and reported, "Mr. Tudor, there are no surveillance cameras installed inside the villa,

had all been done

strode over to Gernard's assistant, his voice cold. "Why are

Young's location and sent me to rescue

time, so there was no way anyone could have pulled off any tricks under Lucas' nose. Could someone have gotten here even faster? Did Russell manage to move

unlikely. Could he have really kept up negotiations with Lyon while also

Impossible.

"Bang!"

chair over, his