After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back (Aveline and Lucas)

After exchanging a few words with Maria, Selena put away her phone and glanced ahead. Through the rearview mirror, she noticed that the driver was unfamiliar-a face she didn't recognize at all. Her eyes flickered with suspicion, but she pretended to remain calm, playing with her phone while secretly sending a message to Braden.

Braden replied, "Got it."

Selena suppressed her rising anxiety and looked out the window, casually asking, "This doesn't seem like the route to the restaurant, does it?"

The driver replied, "There's roadwork ahead, ma'am. We had to take a detour."

"Oh, I see," she responded nonchalantly.

Then, trying to gauge the situation further, she asked, "Are you wearing cologne?"

The driver answered, "Yes, my girlfriend really likes this scent, so I've been using it." "Nice." Selena nodded.

As time passed, Selena started feeling an unsettling weakness spread through her body. Her mind grew hazy, and her movements became sluggish. She instinctively reached for the window controls but found them locked. "I'm feeling a little hot. Could you open the window?" Her voice had weakened noticeably.

The driver glanced at her and said, "Just a little further, ma'am, we're almost there."

Selena's voice sharpened despite her fatigue. "I asked you to open the window! Do you give Aaron this much backtalk too?"

The driver remained silent and sped up.

The sudden jolt caused her to sway, and if not for the seatbelt, her head would have slammed into the seat in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Selena snapped, suddenly realizing something was terribly wrong. She glared at the driver, but her body was too weak, and even her anger sounded feeble.

Ignoring her completely, the driver kept increasing the speed. They were quickly leaving the city and heading toward a more remote area.

"Stop the car, or I'll call the police!" Selena warned, her voice barely holding authority.

The driver didn't respond, continuing his course without a word.

Selena tried a different approach. "Who are you? You're not Aaron's driver, are you? Where are you taking me? Whatever it is you want, I can give it to you."

Before she could get a response, the car suddenly screeched to a halt, jerking her forward. Her head spun for a moment, leaving her disoriented.

"Couldn't he brake more gently?" she thought, steadying herself.

Looking up, she saw a motorcycle parked in front of the car. A figure stepped off the bike and began walking toward them.

The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, visibly nervous.

Selena glanced at the approaching figure, recognizing him instantly. "So, this is how he was keeping an eye on me," she thought with a slight smirk. "Braden, always full of surprises."

Braden approached the car and pulled out a small device from his pocket, pressing it against the door. Instantly, the locks disengaged. He swung the door open and yanked the driver out. Selena quickly followed, stepping out of the car and leaning against it, grateful for the fresh air.

"This smell was awful. I can't believe I had to endure that the whole way," she sighed, stretching out her limbs.

Braden glanced at her, clearly unfazed by her complaints, but mildly amused. He turned his attention to the pale-faced driver. "Who sent you? Where were you supposed to take her?" The driver clenched his jaw, refusing to speak.

Braden looked at Selena. "What do you want to do with him?"

Selena shrugged. "Let's take him back. I'm sure Aaron will find a way to make him talk."

Without a word, Braden tied the driver up and shoved him into the car, securing him in place before slamming the door shut.