Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Chapter 14 We Divorced Five Years Ago Mia struggled a moment, realizing she couldn’t break free, she gave up, “So this is where you draw the line, Mr. Smith? Your threshold must be really low.”

With a strong tug, Joe pulled her directly into his arms and started heading toward the garage.

“Joe Smith! What are you doing?”

David hadn’t expected Joe to pull something like this, he angrily yelled and started to pursue them. But Smith’s bodyguards seemed to come out of nowhere, blocking his way.

“Let go of me!”

The sudden turn of events shocked Mia. She lashed out at Joe, fists, and feet flying, demanding that he release her.

But no matter how she protested, Joe’s face remained calm, leading her to his car and pushing her inside.

The door locked behind her, and Mia couldn’t get out.

She looked at him her eyes cold and sarcastic, “It’s been a few years, and I never thought I’d see Mr.

Smith become a robber.”

Joe ignored her, simply starting the car and leaving Sun House.

Seeing that he was unaffected by her words, Mia, frustrated, turned to look out the window, not wanting to waste her breath on him any longer.

It was then that Joe glanced over at Mia.

Perhaps his actions had been a bit too rough, her skirt was a little disheveled, revealing smooth, delicate skin.

Comparing the present Mia to the one from five years ago, always with a hint of worry and melancholy, he couldn’t deny that she was now as vibrant as a rose, her features even more refined.

Even though Joe was reluctant to admit it, he had to say, Mia had done very well since leaving him.

He pressed his lips together, refocusing on the road.

Once they arrived at the villa where they had once lived together, Joe opened the car door and reached out to help Mia.

Without hesitation, she slapped his hand away, “Mr. Smith, spare me your pretense. I dare not hold the hand of a kidnapper.”

Maybe she didn’t even notice herself, but in front of Joe, she always seemed a bit sharper than usual.

She stepped out of the car and looked at the familiar villa, her eyes devoid of emotion.

Even though she had lived here for three years, Mia had to admit that the place had never brought her a day of joy, only endless pain.

“Go in.”

Joe said in a deep voice.

Mia glanced back at the Aston Martin parked behind her, contemplating the possibility of seizing the keys from Joe and escaping. In the end, she gave up.

Even after five years, the villa’s decor hadn’t changed much as if time had never passed here.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Mia’s eyes, “Mr. Smith, did you ruin your reputation to bring me here just for a tour of the villa?”

Seeing her so defiant, Joe’s expression cooled.

“Where have you been in the past five years?”

Mia had vanished without a trace back then, a fact that remained a mystery.

“Farmland. You didn’t find out, Mr. Smith?” Mia sat on the sofa; her tone relaxed.

Actually, she had planned to go to Farmland but met people from the Clinton family in Burkina Faso who were looking for someone. They took her to the Clinton Family Headquarters in Albania, helping her hide her tracks.

Having spent a few years with the Clintons, Mia had changed completely and even inherited substantial wealth.

7777 As she had said earlier, Joe wouldn’t find it so easy to get to her anymore.

Joe looked at Mia for a moment, then suddenly said, “The Johnson family is not suitable for you. Leave David Johnson.”

As he spoke, he took out his checkbook and began to write, “How much money do you need? I’ll give it to you.”