Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 297

Sophie gulped and grabbed Liam's chest.

The person who just got out of the car to check the situation was now lying on the ground. It was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

However, these people were Liam’s abled men. Soon, the driver turned the car around and drove back to the road they came from.

When they were not even a hundred meters out, they saw another car stopped in the middle of the road in front.

When they passed by earlier, this car was not there.

Liam clutched the walkie-talkie and said in a low voice, “Listen to me, everyone. Don’t get out of the car. If you see any suspicious people, just shoot. Don’t hesitate and find an opportunity to break through.”

At this point, it was impossible to say that no one was watching them. Besides Zayn Guggenheim, Liam could not think of another person.

"Drive, quick!" Liam commanded the driver of the car in the front. "Crash into that car to move it out of the way."

They were blocked in the middle of the road. It was impossible for them to just sit around and wait for something to happen. When Liam finished his instructions, he looked at his driver and said, "Later, find the opportunity to get out of here, understood?"

The driver nodded. Liam used his jacket to cover Sophie's eyes. "Don't worry. Don't look. Close your eyes and sleep. We'll be there shortly."

Sophie nodded. She knew that Liam did not want her to witness these things.

Just like in his teens, when Liam was fighting with others. The young boy, who was still in his puberty years, would use his jacket to cover her and said, "Sophie, count to a hundred. We'll go home when you finish counting."

Sophie counted from 1 to 100 and the young Liam would go over and take off his jacket from her. He would then hold her hand and they would leave.

She silently counted in her heart. This was her habit so that she could have some peace of mind. The man's body heat was always there, which comforted her and she did not feel the slightest bit afraid.

Sophie could hear cars colliding. The car was probably hit out of the way because not long after, she felt that they were slowly moving forward.

However, they moved not much further before they stopped. Through the jacket, the driver's voice was a little fuzzy, but Sophie still heard him saying, "Sir, our car's tires seem to be punctured."

Sophie shuddered for no reason.

Liam had expected this and only let out a short grunt. The other party wanted to trap them here, so it would not be as simple as just placing two cars in the middle of the road.

If their car could not be driven, they were bound to abandon their car. Liam was about to open the car door when Sophie hugged his legs.

"Don't be afraid." Liam patted Sophie's arm. "Count to a hundred. I'll be back."

Sophie gave him a deep look and let him get out of the car. The people in the car in front were already looking around for the person who ambushed them.

Liam just stretched his hand out and felt something cutting through the air.

He instinctively dodged and narrowly avoided the other party's attack. Taking advantage of the other party's reaction time, he pushed open the car door and squatted down, then rolled to the back of the car.

However, it was clear that the ambush was in multiple directions. Before Liam got out of the car, he had instructed the driver to turn off all the lights and ordered for everyone in the car in front to get down.

Liam could see a little in the moonlight. Although he was quick to dodge, a small blade was still stuck into his flesh.

He endured the pain and hid well.

The car in front of him, which also had its tires punctured, suddenly drove wildly on the empty road without any regard for danger.

Moreover, the other party’s moves were eerily familiar. That person was dressed in all black. In the pure moonlight, even the eyes were dark.

Liam still had not figured out where that familiarity came from. He saw the person holding up a sharp triangular bayonet that brought a chill.

His face instantly became grave.

"Who the hell are you?" Liam slowly gripped the weapon in his hand and the muscles all over his body tense up.

Those who heard the commotion from his side wanted to rush to support him. Once they showed the slightest movement, they were all attacked immediately.

For a while, the characteristic sound of sharp blades sticking into the flesh was heard one after another.

"Mr. Wilford, you only care about women and don’t care about the company. It's time for you to step down." The person opposite him had a feminine but strangely hoarse voice. The tone was also strange, probably because the person had been hiding in the dark corner for a long time and did not know how to speak normally.

Liam let out a cold laugh. "Who do you think you are?"

He was a little nervous just now, but now, he felt that the other party was telling a big joke.

The two of them were fighting while the third person in the darkness frowned at the car next to Liam.

Zayn could not determine whether this person was a friend or foe.

He was dressed inconspicuously and had very good technique. The person single-handedly came to stir up trouble.

However, the timing of this person’s appearance did not seem so good.