The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 717 Take You Home

Lysander sat in the chair, gripping the armrests on either side of her. After she escaped the confines of the ropes, this was the only thing she could hold onto.

If the people outside were there for her, she would immediately find a way to make a commotion.

It was clear that the ten million was out of reach. Upon realizing this, the thugs were likely to revert back to Tiffany’s side, putting her in danger once again.

When he heard someone was approaching, the leader’s first instinct was to flee. However, the thought of the money he hadn’t yet secured kept him from panicking entirely. Composing himself, he turned to his subordinates and instructed, “Take this woman along!”

As soon as he said that, Lysander stood up, picked up the chair, and hurled it toward him.

The leader hadn’t expected that this cooperative hostage would suddenly fight back. He was caught off guard and knocked to the ground on the spot.

Lysander turned and ran, heading straight for the staircase furthest from the thugs.

After the thug responsible for keeping watch had left, there was no one left upstairs.

From her observations, she noticed that there was another staircase on the second floor leading outside.

The thugs were completely taken aback by this sudden turn of events. Some of them scrambled to help their leader, while others, a bit more astute, knew that if Lysander managed to escape, none of them would get away. They quickly chased after her.

In the midst of the chaos, the warehouse door was abruptly kicked open from the outside.

Upon discovering that the lock hanging on the door was not tightly fastened, merely loosely latched, Josiah knew he was on the right track. When he heard the chaotic noise emanating from within, he couldn’t even be bothered to wait for the time it would take to pick the lock and open the door. He simply barged in with brute force.

In an instant, the sunlight from outside illuminated the dimly lit warehouse.

head and unexpectedly came face to face with Josiah. The sudden encounter caused both their hearts to tighten, as they hadn’t anticipated meeting in such a tense moment.

had seen a picture of Josiah. Immediately, he cried out, “He’s Josiah Guerra. If he gets out alive, we’re all finished!”

money they had just received. They didn’t want to earn money only to die without spending it. So, for the moment, they

point, Lysander clearly saw his state at

disarray. His coat was nowhere

flipped up on one side. Upon closer inspection, there were traces of

the wound that was wrapped in gauze, it had already split open

urgent care provided by the family doctor had some effect on controlling the wound, but it couldn’t stop him from seeing finding Lysander as the most important thing at that moment. If it weren’t for

both worry

didn’t have time to wait for others, so I came here by myself

so many of them. What

marching to your

stoic. “I’m here to take

she was unharmed. Only then did he shift his

due to her underestimation of Lysander that Tiffany had only arranged for a group of average thugs to guard her. However, they did have the advantage in numbers. If he wanted to take Lysander away without a single hair on her head harmed, it would likely

and leave. I won’t hold past grudges. Alternatively, you can take a risk

the group of thugs. Despite his severe injuries and his pale complexion, the aura of authority he carried

was all focused on Josiah, Lysander seized the opportunity to silently rush up to the

Josiah didn’t say it outright, she understood everything when their eyes

arrived in haste, but she anticipated that others would be there soon as well. Instead of waiting helplessly inside, she decided it would be better

hadn’t rested for a full day and night, not even taking a moment to eat or drink. She was physically drained, running purely on fumes. It was her unwavering determination to save Josiah that

of the warehouse.

a bit further, she might just encounter the person who came with Josiah.

the corner, she quickly called out for help, “I’m