Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 314

Unknown POV

I pulled my baseball cap lower and adjusted my mask before slipping on my black coat. My target was heading down the stairs, eyes glued to her phone. Perfect.

She must have sensed something wrong because she suddenly looked back. Our eyes met for a split second before she quickened her pace toward the exit. Those stilettos were her downfall – she couldn’t run fast enough.

“Been waiting all night for this,” I muttered.

I grabbed her from behind and clamped the ether-soaked rag over her face. She fought back, but it didn’t last long. Her body went

limp in my arms.

After making sure she was out cold, I stuffed her into the black sack I’d brought and hefted her onto my shoulder.

“Some miracle doctor Clarke turned out to be,” I spat. “Couldn’t even save my girlfriend, but he’s throwing himself a fancy party like nothing happened.”

This was justice. Harrison Clarke took someone I loved, so I’d take someone his precious grandson Felix loved. I’d seen them together earlier the way he looked at her made it obvious.

Felix Thompson was too big for me to tackle directly. But this woman? She was my ticket. I’d lure him with her, drug them both, and take photos compromising enough to destroy his reputation. Let Dr. Clarke feel what it’s like to lose someone important.

I strode through the hotel, the woman slung over my shoulder. At the entrance, three people rushed past me without a second glance.

without ceremony. The sound of her body hitting the metal floor

throwing her into the van must have jolted her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way

how she squinted

I asked, annoyed that the

herself backward, eyes wide with

helplessness. “You can thank Dr.

rag against her face briefly, then

–

one soaked with a

her

should do it,” I said, locking the van

Astrid’s POV

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is closest?” I asked, practically dragging Ethan and Rachel along with me. “I want to find him the second

pointed to our right. “The west entrance is our

we hurried in, we passed a skinny guy carrying a large sack. Something about his face

arms, suddenly

It couldn’t

back to look. “Astrid, I think