Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1062 Trent's Surrender

At twelve ten precisely, a knock resounded on Sebastian's door.

"Mr. Weiss, my apologies for the delay," Trent greeted, his voice slightly breathless as he stood before Sebastian, wiping sweat

from his forehead. He dragged a silver suitcase along with him, offering a polite smile.

Sebastian's gaze flickered down to the black suitcase at his feet. "Is she in there?"

"Yes," Trent confirmed, his smile modest. "I've followed your instructions precisely. She's still unconscious after the sedation."

"She remained quiet throughout the journey here, but I advise caution when awakening her," Trent continued earnestly. "She's a

spirited woman, and if startled, she may react defensively."

Sebastian's brow furrowed in skepticism as he cautiously approached the silver suitcase. He carefully assessed the weight of the

silver suitcase, noting its resemblance to that of an adult woman. "Are you truly surrending over the woman who fled with you so

readily?"

Trent's servile smile remained firmly in place. "Yes, without a doubt."

"You've paid a considerable sum for this," Sebastian remarked, his tone tinged with disbelief.

Trent's smile widened, revealing a glint of calculation. "I've given it considerable thought. You only require her for one evening, and

after today, I won't miss her."

"This money could serve as a down payment and renovation fund for our future home," Trent continued, his tone earnest. "Mr.

what you desire, and I resolve my immediate dilemma. It's

but be impressed by Trent's candid and sly

the man

glancing at

sec," he muttered before dialing a number. "Transfer the funds to

short by two hundred thousand," he conveyed to the individual on the opposite

of two hundred

details, Sebastian addressed Trent. "Okay, giveyour account number,"

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Trent's account information, the remaining twenty

deposited into Trent's account.

now," Sebastian stated, his tone indicating the conversation was

departure marked

it and left without casting

shut behind Trent, Sebastian closed his eyes briefly, allowing himself a moment of respite

the weight of his

maneuvered the suitcase into the bedroom, taking care

the room.

with the set-up, he indulged in pouring himself a glass of red wine,

suitcase.

discovered Trent had spoken

in a white dress, her slender frtucked into the

curled and delicate.

locks obscured her face, rendering her features indiscernible

light, he could

mused aloud, a chuckle escaping his lips as he squinted

curious to see just how beautiful she is that

his hand to

darkness of the alley, wielding a surgical knife

intent as she positioned it threateningly against the vital artery