Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 215

Chapter 217

Chapter 217

"And inside that shop, I had an interesting conversation with a woman. Red hair, big blue eyes. Small but fiery, judging by the way she cursed out my men while sitting

uncomfortably in a storage room."

His entire body locked up. Eyes went wide with terror.

Ah. There it was.

A strangled sound tried to push through the gag, his breath coming in short, panicked

bursts. His mate. He knew exactly who I was talking about.

I let the silence linger, watching the fear eat away at him. Letting it fester and sink deep.

Then, with a quiet sigh, I leaned in just a fraction more. "Now, Alfred," I murmured, my voice eerily calm, "why don't you tell me the real reason you came to work for Zamford?"

For a moment, he didn't move. He just sat there, breath shuddering, shoulders trembling,

as if weighing his options. Then, slowly, he nodded.

One of my men stepped forward, reaching down to undo the gag. It slipped from his

wet with spit, and for a moment, he only gasped, pulling in air like a

man breaking the surface.

raw. "My mate-don't hurt her. I'll tell you

depends entirely on you,"

thickly, throat

Lante? That was his plan. He knew you'd come

best employees. That's

silent, letting him dig

to spy on you," he admitted, "To

upcoming projects, and weaknesses he could

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he'd ruin me iff Ineffarsed. I just needed the extra money he promised me didn't

echoed, my smile widening. "That much

a sheen that quickly spread,

His breathing was shallow now, his chest rising too fast and

hands in front of me, calm ass a prayer at a funeral.

he stammered. His eyes searched mine, desperate

a drowning man begging

I wasn't the

was the storm that

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