No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 695

Elisa was in no rush to go home after leaving the bar. The wind blew lightly around her, and the breeze was cool to her skin. Suddenly, she didn’t feel like driving anymore. She thought back to the time her father was still alive, and she started to relax. She strolled around the vicinity of the underground car park. She could see the town’s lights and hear the traffic on the streets, along with the beeping sounds of the nearby arcade and music blaring through speakers. The song playing did not stir her heartstrings like the one from before. She did not like the song, so she walked down another street.

There was no one on the street, and it was dark. She walked to a place where the street lamp did not shine. It was dark, but Elisa could still see the path in front of her, thanks to the moonlight. Finding such a quiet place to walk in the bustling city was hard. Elisa felt the sadness melt off her face when the wind gently blew on her.

This street was long and full of turns. She had been here before; she knew that if she kept going to the end, she’d be able to access the underground car park through a side door. The roads were all connected. She decided to go back once she finished walking this stretch.

However, as she kept walking, she realized a group of seven to eight people was standing in front. She stopped and turned around to walk back the way she came. But there was another group of people about ten meters away from her. She couldn’t see how many people they were, but it looked like a big number. Elisa frowned as she knew something was wrong. She was surrounded. Even though she couldn’t see clearly, she could feel their leers.

The two groups walked toward her simultaneously. Elisa stood in her spot, unbothered.

The two groups reached her fairly quickly. One of the guys draped his jacket on his body and took a drag of his cigarette. He swaggered over to Elisa and grinned at her, “Just own up to your fate. You are just unlucky.”

The man was the head of the group. He had a green afro and thought he was trendy, but it was outlandish to the point of people mistaking him as psychotic.

The man took Elisa’s silence as consent and said to her with a smile, “I’m glad you have tact. I don’t want to hurt your pretty face before we even get started. How about coming with us, pretty lady?”

He reached out a hand.