My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 250

The taxi glided into the underground garage, and Elizabeth stepped out, walking briskly toward the elevator.

Her steps faltered when two unfamiliar figures—a man and a woman—stepped into her path, blocking the way.

Startled, Elizabeth looked up at the pair.

They appeared to be in their early thirties, both wearing disarming smiles.

The woman spoke first, her tone warm and reassuring.

“Hello, Ms.

Elizabeth.

Ruby sent us to pick you up.

There are Asher’s fans upstairs and downstairs.

It’s not safe for you to go home right now.

Facing them directly could make things worse.”

Elizabeth instinctively took a step back, her guard up.

“How did you know I was coming through the garage? Ruby knows I don’t own a car.”

The woman chuckled lightly, brushing off the question.

“We couldn’t have predicted it.

But Nathan Films provides cars for its stars, so we assumed you’d use one of those.” She gestured toward a sleek black Lexus parked nearby.

Due to a previous collaboration, Nathan Films had replaced most of the stars’ cars with this brand.

The man stepped forward with a polite smile.

“Asher contacted Ruby.

She’s handling a PR crisis.

We were sent to ensure your safety.

We couldn’t reach you on our way here.

So one of us waited on the first floor, and the other near your apartment.”

Hearing Asher’s name eased some of Elizabeth’s tension.

She nodded slightly.

“Are we heading to the company? What happens next?”

The woman smiled again.

“We’re not sure either.

Ruby will explain everything.

We’re just here to escort you.”

As they walked toward the car, Elizabeth casually asked, “What are your roles at the company? How should I address you?”

The woman opened the car door smoothly.

“I’m Sandra’s manager, and he’s with PR.”

Sandra?

A chill ran down Elizabeth’s spine.

She stopped abruptly, taking a wary step back.

“Who are you really?”

The woman blinked in feigned confusion.

“Ms.

Elizabeth, what do you mean?”

Elizabeth’s gaze shifted to the driver—a burly man with a face marred by scars and tattoos creeping up his neck.

“Nothing,” Elizabeth replied, her voice steady despite her pounding heart.

“But I think I’ll call Ruby to confirm.” She turned to walk away, but the man grabbed her arm forcefully, yanking her toward the car.

“Why waste time talking?” he growled.

“Help!” Elizabeth screamed, her voice echoing in the garage.

The woman’s demeanor changed instantly.

She snatched a towel from the car and stuffed it into Elizabeth’s mouth, muffling her cries.

In seconds, they bound her hands with rope and shoved her into the backseat.

The man sat on one side of her, the woman on the other.

The woman quickly found Elizabeth’s phone and held onto it.

“Behave yourself, and you won’t get hurt,” the man threatened.

“Relax,” the woman said, attempting a soothing tone.

“We’re not bad people.

Asher’s fans are everywhere.

You’re actually safer with us.”

They weren’t die-hard fans of Asher.

They had heard of Sandra but didn’t know about the conflict between her and Elizabeth, which was why the woman casually mentioned Sandra.

They weren’t from the entertainment industry, nor were they associated with Sandra… Elizabeth quickly analyzed the situation and came up with two possibilities.

The car sped out of the garage just as Ruby’s vehicle passed in the opposite direction.

Bound and silenced, Elizabeth could only watch helplessly as they drove farther from safety.

Meanwhile, Ruby exited the elevator and hurried to Elizabeth’s apartment.

She knocked firmly on the door.

The silence stretched.

No one answered.

After a moment of hesitation, Ruby input the passcode.

Elizabeth had given her the passcode long ago for emergencies, but she never used it.

The door swung open to reveal an eerily untouched apartment.

Slippers sat neatly by the entrance, and the space bore no signs of recent activity.

Frowning deeply, Ruby pulled out her phone and dialed Elizabeth’s number.

A cold, mechanical voice greeted her: “The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”

Her chest tightened.

She immediately called Asher.

“Did Elizabeth mention where she was going?” she asked immediately after Asher answered.

“Yeah, she told me she was heading home.” Asher checked his call log.

“That was about half an hour ago.”

Ruby’s expression turned serious.

“I’m at her place right now.

She’s not here,” Ruby said, pacing anxiously.

“Her phone’s off.

Something’s wrong.”

“Could it be fans?” Asher suggested.

“She might have avoided going home if some were staking out her building.”

Something similar had happened before, when a female celebrity had spoken badly about him, and some extreme fans found her address and waited outside her house to berate her.

Ruby’s mind raced.

“Fans…” She remembered the group of suspicious people lingering outside the building when she arrived.

As soon as she arrived, those people had left.

Although she hadn’t seen them do anything suspicious, something definitely felt off.

Ruby’s heart tightened.

“Something’s definitely not right.

I’m going to check the surveillance footage.

Elizabeth might be in danger.”