CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Shane paused in his steps at Silas' greeting. Turning, he grabbed the phone from Silas and demanded, “Where's Natalie?”

“Your concern for her moves me to tears.” Sean's mockery had returned in full force. “Why are you asking me about her whereabouts? Did it not strike you that she may be dead?”

“She's not dead!” Gripping the phone tightly, Shane continued in a cold tone, “I found the cave where the two of you took shelter. We saw your footprints leading away from the cave too. She's still alive.”

Sean was surprised; he had not expected Shane to track them down so quickly.

Thank God we left earlier, or I'll be in his hands.

“I see.” He barked out a laugh before replying, “You're right. She is alive.”

“Where is she?” Shane asked urgently.

Sneering, Sean said, “Don't worry. She's alive and well in a farmer's house. I'll text you the address soon. Ciao.”

Sean gestured for his newly hired bodyguard to remove the phone from his ear and hang up before instructing him to text Natalie's address to them.

Seated in a wheelchair, Sean then entered the train station with the aid of his bodyguard.

Meanwhile, Shane looked at the address Sean had sent him with an unreadable expression in his gaze.

Silas, who was standing beside him, asked, “Mr. Shane, did Sean call you personally to inform you of madam's whereabouts?”

Shane nodded, much to Silas' surprise. The latter adjusted the frame of his glasses before commenting, “This isn't his MO at all. He kidnapped madam and forced her to jump off a cliff with him. Now, he's sending you instructions to save her. Could this be a trap?”

go even if it's a trap,” Shane gritted out

to save Natalie no

futile to advise Shane against going. Instead, he busied himself instructing

made it to the address provided

group of men, the middle-aged lady who had helped Sean and

madam really here?” Silas

his fists, Shane demanded, “Where

the house,” she replied while

rushed in without giving a second thought about the

actions,

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wes shocked et the

ere pelpeble. He must love her

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been by to check her.

“Why is she unconscious?”

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thet's greet.” Siles wes