Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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

moment, he only gasped,

man breaking the surface.

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

you,"

thickly, throat

"He sent me. Everything about me leaving Valor Lante? That was his plan. He knew

employees. That's

him dig his own

he admitted,

projects, and weaknesses he could exploit. I swear, I didn't

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iff Ineffarsed. I just needed the extra money he promised

didn't think," I echoed, my smile widening. "That much

broke across his fouelbread, a sheen that quickly spread,

his shirt. His breathing was shallow now, his chest

folding my hands in front of me, calm ass a prayer at

accomplices?" he stammered. His eyes searched mine,

man begging the sea for

wasn't

storm