Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 717

It was past the usual working hours, so there wasn’t a soul in sight in the basement. Carol had left early today and reminded me to head back sooner. However, I lost track of time because I was engrossed in my work.

As I traversed the basement, I heard hurried footsteps behind me before feeling a rush of wind. I turned and instinctively dodged, but I took a hit on my shoulder. It caused me to grunt in pain.

Before I could realize what had happened, another blow struck me. This time, I saw what hit me. It was a wooden bat. I sidestepped and shouted, “Who are you?!”

I noticed the person wearing black sportswear with a hood and mask to cover their features. I couldn’t even make out what gender the person was. However, the person’s slender figure hinted at them being a woman.

“What the hell do you want?!” I demanded, retreating while watching the assailant. Suddenly, two more masked individuals with wooden bats appeared behind her.

I knew they were targeting me and had prepared for this confrontation. I soon realized they had trapped me. I pointed at the woman and shouted, “Don’t be so rash! There are cameras everywhere!”

She remained silent and advanced toward me. I backed away nervously and asked again, “What do you want?! Who the hell are you?”

As I tried to figure out the woman’s identity, something even more terrifying happened. The piercing sound of a motorcycle echoed throughout the basement.

I instinctively looked back, and the motorcyclist revved their engine at the entrance to Section E of the basement parking. The sound was intimidating, and I could almost imagine what would happen next.

The roaring motorcycle behind me grew even louder. I glanced around and noticed the garage was nearly empty. Most of the cars belonged to the upstairs employees. With working hours over long ago, only a few cars remained.

I hoped for someone to come down and make the assailants less audacious. Then, I would seize the chance to escape or dial for help. However, I seemed to have run out of time and could only save myself.

I suddenly turned and sprinted toward the exit, taking advantage of the gap. Behind me, a sinister female voice shouted, “Get her!”

Immediately after, the motorcyclist roared toward me.