No Chance of Remarriage: Get Lost

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Chapter 1944 Calling For Help

“Boss, is that the woman? Do you want me to teach her a lesson first?”

A man with a scarred face advanced, exuding a palpable air of aggression, his hands rubbing together as if poised

to strike. It appeared as though he would swiftly deliver a fatal blow to Elisa upon Mr. Carrerra's command.

Elisa had no doubt about it as his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Mr. Carrerra raised his hand to stop him, patting him on the chest.

“Hey, no need for such hostility. These two are my guests. Haven't I taught you the proper way to treat guests?”

After Mr. Carrerra finished speaking, he gave Rachel what he thought was a kind smile.

Little did he know that it was quite haunting.

He made a welcoming gesture. “Please, get into the car.”

The burly men also returned to their respective vehicles one by one, leaving two behind to guard the duo and

urging them to get into the car.

Halfway through, Elisa stopped in her tracks.

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The two people following behind her immediately became alert and looked at her.

Elisa blinked her innocent eyes. “You two should get into the car first. I prefer to sit by the window because I get car

sick.”

The men exchanged glances, and one of them snarled menacingly, “No playing tricks.”

Elisa's expression conveyed her helplessness. “I'm not trying to deceive you. I genuinely suffer from car sickness.”

Even though Rachel wasn't certain when Elisa began experiencing car sickness, their enduring friendship enabled

her to provide strong support for Elisa, even when she wasn't entirely sure of her friend's intentions.

Rachel nodded earnestly and explained, “Indeed, she's had motion sickness since she was a child. If she remains

seated for an extended period, she might vomit. Sitting by the window and getting some fresh air usually helps.”

The two exchanged glances, clearly still somewhat uneasy.

Mr. Carrerra, already seated in the passenger side, leaned out to assess the situation with his brows furrowed.

“Hurry up.”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Elisa added, “This garage is quite spacious, and you have two cars. Are you

worried I might attempt an escape?”

It was this remark, combined with Mr. Carrerra's insistence, that persuaded the two men to opt for getting into the

car first.

Rachel went in after them, and Elisa was the last to get into the car.

During the fleeting moment when Rachel entered the car, precisely when she was within the blind spot of those

inside, Elisa swiftly pressed on her phone that was hidden in her sleeve twice, discreetly sending out a distress

signal for backup.

The signal will be immediately sent to the default emergency contact.

Previously, Gareth had set up her phone, making him the emergency contact.

After doing that, Elisa casually tossed her phone on the ground.

Once she got into the car, she wouldn't be able to hide it.

They would definitely search for her phone.

As expected, the moment they entered the car, under Mr. Carrerra's directive, they were both instructed to

surrender their electronic devices.

With a stern and unyielding gaze, Rachel locked eyes with the man. The man, seemingly unfazed, let out a light

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chuckle. “Please comply with the instructions,” he urged.

Rachel reluctantly handed over her phone to the man.

After receiving the phone, the man immediately threw it out the window.

Rachel grimaced.

The man shot Elisa a smirk. “What about yours, gorgeous? Don't put us in a tough spot, and don't try any tricks. It

won't be pleasant if we have to search you later.”

Elisa shook her head.

“I don't have it with me,” Elisa calmly asserted. “You won't find it even if you search me. I left my phone at the café.

If you doubt me, you can confirm with Mr. Carrerra.”

The person's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, clearly not expecting Elisa to say such a thing.

He retrieved his phone and sent a message to Mr. Carrerra, the contents of which remained undisclosed.

In the end, he merely emitted a cold, disdainful snort, choosing not to hassle Elisa further.

Mr. Carrerra couldn't have seen the phone at the café, as it was only discarded in the garage after it had sent out

an emergency distress signal and automatically transmitted its location, just before Elisa finally entered the car.

She had merely said that to enhance her credibility.

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