My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 386 Prey

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

“Finish them off!” Strategist remarked lazily, resting his arm on the car window, and gestured with his finger.

anxiety surged. “You promised me

eyes. Behind that mask, a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as

distance. She glanced at the handcuffs on her wrists and seethed, “You’ve failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a sudden

herself and aimed at

She knew that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to escape. Then, she gritted her teeth, and with Radley’s

handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured

Freya remained resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She

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it meant risking her

tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he

focused all her strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to

anxious when she noticed

his face drained of color from the strangulation,

that she might defy his orders

due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering

her forward.

tried to hold on, he managed to break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it

to remain conscious as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her teeth but was haunted by the image of Inken

were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I let them go, we wouldn’t be

reality, forcing herself to stay focused by pinching the wound on her leg. Her vision sharpened, and she saw the man’s face looming close with a teasing smile. Yet, she couldn’t help but notice. the contempt in his eyes-a malicious smile as if he were toying with prey. “Jamie,

course. Then, he chuckled before adding, “You should take