Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369 

A sudden thought flashed through my mind. 

I needed more evidence to confirm their identities or at least buy some time for a potential chance. But I also wondered if they were testing my limits. 

I was a woman living alone with no one to rely on. I knew I couldn’t act recklessly in situations like this; I had to stay calm and use my wits. Taccessed the situation. Judging from the looks of it, there were just the three of them. As my mind spun for solutions, I mew I had to try to distract him if I had to 

act 

I raised my voice slightly and pretended to search for my phone while monitoring their movements from the comer of my eye. 

othe 

*So sorry. I think I left my phone in the living room. Give me a moment, and I’ll be right back.” As I said so, I slowly turned and pretended to head back into 

house. 

In reality, I was using my toe to subtly hook onto a flower pot by the door. Though it was a simple decoration, it could be a makeshift weapon at a crucial moment. Just as i was about to reach the flower pot, the leader suddenly stepped forward. There was a warming in his voice as he spoke. “Ms. Wiley, please don’t act recklessly. We’re here on official orders.” 

His sudden movement made my heart skip a beat, but 1 maintained my composure. Ined to force a smile to lighten the tension in the atmosphere. “pl course, cooperate. I just ask for a little more patience, alti 

redged closer to the flower pot while scanning the room for potential escape routes or defensive tools. Then, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside my door 

TV door. 

My heart leaped to my throat, and it was palpitating so wildly that I could almost hear it. The footsteps grew closer and headed straight for my 

I silently prayed that it was a neighbor or a passerby who might bring a tum of tables. 

Aloud crash came from the hallway followed by a commotion of scuffling doorsteps. 

1 seized the opportunity to kick hard and send the flower pot hurtling toward the leader. Then, I spun around and bolted back inside. I needed to use this brief moment of chaos to escape. 

“Get her!” the leader roared. The three men split up and rushed toward me in two directions 

I sprinted through the dark living room and grabbed a fruit knife at the tea table to grip it tightly. It wasn’t enough to fend off the me some time to resist 

three grown men, but it might buy 

“Ms. Wiley, calm down! We mean no harm!” the leader shouted as he ran after me. His tone was no longer calm and laced with urgency. 

I had no time to listen to his explanations. My mind was solely focused on trying to escape at all costs, but I didn’t realize they were organized and prepared.