After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#161 “I don’t know about any collection.” Sophia's evening was filled with nervous anticipation as Sandro hadn't returned her call. Pacing around the dining room, she considered her options to help Evelyn, her mind racing with worry.

As the night progressed, Sophia found it increasingly difficult to relax.

Nervously checking her phone every few minutes, she fervently hoped for a resolution.

By two in the morning, Sophia conceded that sleep wasn’t coming easily. Resigned, she decided that being well- rested and focused for the next day would be more beneficial in helping her friend.

Just as Sophia was settling into bed, strange noises disrupted the silence.

Her heart raced as she cautiously peered through the gap in her bedroom door, only to witness a group of men entering her apartment.

Suppressing panic, Sophia forced herself to breathe. A surge of fear compelled her to hide and call the police.

Silently retrieving her phone from the nightstand, she stealthily moved towards the closet, hoping to remain undiscovered long enough to make the call.

As she reached for the wardrobe handle, the voice of one of the intruders cut through the tension.

“We know you're here. We also know there are people you care about. Evelyn? Does this nring a bell? Also Alexander? If you don’t want something to happen to them, cout and show yourself.” Sophia's blood ran cold. Realizing the imminent threat to her friend and boyfriend, she knew she had to act swiftly. Clenching her hands into fists, she made a bold decision and emerged from her hiding spot.

“You found me,” she said harshly. ” What do you want?” The leader of the group, a stern-faced man with a tattooed neck, stepped forward. “Sophia, we know about your grandfather's collection. You control it now, and we want to know where it’s hidden.” “I have no idea what you're talking about,” snapped Sophia. “My grandfather was a farmer.” “This number does not go through. We want to get to the collection.” “I don’t know where it is.” Sophia had only heard of this collection, a mysterious inheritance from her grandfather, but never thought it was of any significance. However, if these men needed it, it meant there was more to it so she must protect it.

“Let's try with his house,” suggests the man. “Tell us the address.” “He didn’t have a house,” Sophia lied. ” He only had this apartment, which he bequeathed to me.” Sophia points to her apartment. She wouldn't let them get to her grandfather's house for anything in the world, but she has to figure out a way to save Evelyn and Alexander.

The men start searching her apartment, giving her tto think. They won't find anything here, she thought.

They throw possessions and smash them, but it doesn’t bother Sophia. It’s important to her to keep whatever her grandpa has collected hidden.

“There's nothing here,” their leader states, irritated. He glanced at Sophia, a sly grin on his face. “You're not as cooperative as we'd like, but we'll get what we need.” Sophia, trying to stay composed, retorted, “If you harm my friends, you won't get anything from me.” “You're coming with us. We can’t leave anything to chance,” the leader declared.

The leader gestured to his accomplices, and they forcefully dragged Sophia out of her apartment and into a waiting car parked discreetly nearby.

“We have ways to make you talk,” he declares.

The car sped through the city streets, Sophia feeling a mixture of fear and determination. She knew she had to protect her family’s secrets, but the safety of Evelyn and Alexander weighed heavily on her mind.

As they reached their destination, an isolated warehouse on the outskirts of town, Sophia’s thoughts raced. The leader of the group, still wearing a tattooed expression of authority, led her inside, flanked by his henchmen. The interior was dimly lit, filled with an eerie silence broken only by distant echoes.

They brought her to a small room. The leader gestured for her to sit in a solitary chair, a harsh spotlight illuminating the space. The atmosphere was tense, and Sophia’s mind raced to find a way out of this precarious situation.

“You can save yourself and your friends a lot of trouble if you cooperate,” the leader said, his tone a threatening whisper.

Sophia, her eyes locked on him, took a deep breath. “I've told you, | don’t know about any collection. My grandfather was just a farmer.” The leader scoffed, “We've been in this business long enough to recognize when someone is hiding something.

You control the collection now, and we won't stop until we find it.” Sophia needed a plan, a way to buy tand protect her family’s legacy. The leader signaled to his henchmen, and they advanced, a menacing presence in the dim room.

As the pressure mounted, Sophia knew she had to stay strong. She couldn't let them see her vulnerability. But the weight of the situation bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the fear for Evelyn and Alexander's safety.

The leader leaned in, his face inches from hers. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. You decide.” In that tense moment, Sophia's determination solidified. She may not fully understand her grandfather's collection, but she was determined to keep it hidden and protect those she cared about. The dangerous ghad just begun, and Sophia was prepared to play her cards carefully to outsmart the menacing force that now held her captive.