The Lawyer’s Romance in Law

The door was kicked open, and a tall, burly man walked in with a lecherous grin. “Honey, come back home with me. Let’s not make a scene. We were just having a little argument. Do you really want to run away from home? Let’s go!”

The man forcefully grabbed her wrist and tried to take her

“Who are you? Let go of me! Help, someone!”

.

Despite Amanda’s frantic screams, there was no one in sight. It felt as though the entire city. had been abandoned.

Undeterred, the man forcefully dragged her out of the motel. As they passed the front desk, the woman on duty seemed unfazed by the situation and remarked, “Keep it down, folks. Guests are sleeping. If you two want to argue, do it at home.”

“This is the payment for the broken door. Sorry about that. My wife and I just had a little disagreement, and she’s running away from home. It won’t happen again. Sorry for the trouble.”

Amanda shook her head frantically. “It’s not like that at all! I don’t even know him! Call the police, please! He’s a human trafficker! I don’t know him, and I’m not his wife!”

“Fine, I don’t care about your family matters. Just go on your way, and don’t disturb others. trying to rest.”

And so, the man arrogantly dragged Amanda out of the small motel and onto the street. It was already 4 a.m., and the streets were deserted.

“What the heck are you going to do? Are you a human trafficker?”

With a face full of stubble, the man couldn’t help but chuckle. “Stop pretending to be innocent. Anyone staying in a place like that isn’t exactly a model citizen. You’d be better off coming with me. At least you’ll have a place to sleep.”

“Let go of me! Get lost!” Amanda fought desperately, attempting to pull her hand back, but she was no match for a man nearly three times her size.

“You’re just a nobody without even an ID. Who would care if you drop dead? Stop making a scene.”

Relentlessly, the man continued to drag her toward the car parked by the roadside. Amanda yelled in desperation, but there was no one around to hear her cries. Besides, this area was a red-light district with terrible security.

Amanda watched helplessly as she was about to be pulled into the car. She glanced at her phone and realized Elias would not rescue her.

directly, but before the call could go through, the man

to her phone with unwavering determination, resolute in not letting it bet taken away. She

the phone! Are you looking for death?” the man growled

if wishing she could tear off a piece of his flesh. The

“Ah!”

dwell on the agony. She seized the opportunity to scramble

and chased after

all her might, determined not to let him capture her. She couldn’t afford to be

in the next moment, causing a surge of dizziness,

come easy. His thoughts were consumed by vivid images of Amanda standing beside Simon, and the tone of the child’s voice on the phone, addressing Simon affectionately as if he

of it filled him

smoked several packs of cigarettes. The smell

desperate call from Amanda that he felt like his

was terribly amiss. The call abruptly ended, as though a real

possibly happen to Amanda at Simon’s

useless Simon not even

looked at his phone. He attempted to redial,

that

snatched his suit jacket and left the office without a

all the way to the Nicholson

maid hesitated to open the door and communicated with him. through the intercom, “Mr. Winters, what brings you here again? Mr. Nicholson isn’t at home, and Miss Bailey isn’t here either. The people you’re looking for aren’t

is home? Can something

at the video doorbell and asked, “Where did Simon go? Where did Amanda

Miss Lynch, and Mr. Nicholson went out to find

a tangled

impatient. “Who is Miss Lynch?

is Mr. Nicholson’s blind date. She’s quite fond of Mr. Nicholson, but Mr.

maid could finish her sentence, Elias had already pieced together the puzzle. He

Simon’s clueless about her whereabouts.

earth