Chapter 395: Chapter 395: A Love with No Place to Go
"Who are you?"
At her words, the woman gave a cold laugh and took off her hat. "Who am I? You and Tristan Grayson ruined my life, and now you have the audacity to ask me who I am?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you know what’s good for you, leave now. Otherwise, I’m calling the police immediately."
The woman felt strangely familiar, but the heavy makeup on her face concealed her true features, so Mika couldn’t place who she was.
"Leave? You must think this is all too simple. I didn’t come here today with any intention of leaving empty-handed."
"What do you want?"
"I told you. I’m taking you to see a show. An absolutely fantastic show."
"What do you mean?"
The woman sneered, leaning close to Mika. She covered her mouth and whispered, "I think I saw Tristan Grayson on my way up. But since you two are divorced, I’m sure you don’t care whether he lives or dies."
Mika’s heart sank at the woman’s words, and her expression turned grim.
She fought to control her emotions, struggling to remain calm.
"I... tampered with his car a little. If I’m not mistaken, he’s probably already driven away."
Mika could no longer contain her anger and shouted, "You... who the hell are you!"
"I’m Gia Miller. It seems you’ve really forgotten me. *Sigh*. I suppose I was just too kind back then, and that’s why you’ve all forgotten me." The woman reached out to stroke Mika’s cheek, her voice dripping with mock resignation.
’Gia Miller?’
The name ’Gia Miller’ sent a violent tremor through Mika’s entire being. If it had been anyone else, she wouldn’t have been so worried. But this was Gia Miller—that psycho...
Mika clenched her fists, shoved Gia away, and ran out of the room.
Gia Miller watched Mika’s panicked figure retreat, the smile at the corners of her lips gradually vanishing...
Mika ran all the way downstairs and out of the hotel, but there was no sign of Tristan. She frantically ran back to the front desk, intending to call the police.
Just as she picked up her phone, Gia, who had followed her, snatched it from her hand. "If you want to see him one last time," she said coldly, "you’d better come with me."
"Why should I believe you? Get lost!" Mika said, raising her hand to strike Gia.
With a cold sneer and darkened eyes, Gia shot out a hand and gripped Mika’s arm tightly. "Refuse to come with me, and you’ll never see him again."
***
Tristan turned the steering wheel, tailing the car ahead. He held his phone, trying repeatedly to call Ian Shaw.
Usually, Ian would pick up before the second ring. But today, for some reason, his line was always busy.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that woman was definitely Lily Shaw.
He followed them all the way to an abandoned factory in Weslyn.
When Tristan saw them drag Lily into the factory, his expression darkened. He sent a quick text to Ian, then opened his car door and got out.
「Inside the factory.」
Several large men threw Lily Shaw onto the ground.
One of the men went to find something. He located a tattered cardboard box, dragged it out, and pulled out several packets of powder from inside. He passed them out to the others and said with a grin, "This is the good stuff. We hit the jackpot this time."
"Heh, of course. Just think about who we’re working for."
