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

for a moment, he only gasped, pulling in air like a

man breaking the surface.

croaked, voice hoarse and raw. "My mate-don't hurt her. I'll tell you everything, just

on you," I

thickly, throat

leaving Valor Lante? That was his plan. He knew you'd come after me. He knew you wouldn't pass

best employees. That's

letting him dig

spy on you," he

he could exploit.

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he'd ruin me iff Ineffarsed. I just needed

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

fouelbread, a sheen that quickly spread, soaking through the

shirt. His breathing was shallow now,

calm ass a prayer at a funeral. The flicker of confusion

he stammered. His eyes searched

drowning man begging the

wasn't

storm that fed

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