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.

promised me you’d let them

a sly smile played on Jamie’s lips as he

you couldn’t keep your promise, go to hell!” Without hesitation, she made a sudden

armed herself and aimed

hands would explode, taking everyone in the car down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie

Jamie struggled as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured

and determined. She knew

1/3

if it meant

and she tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why,

in her bleeding leg, Freya focused all her strength on the green light of the handcuffs, determined to turn it red. She closed

grew increasingly anxious when

drained of color from the

contemplating that she might defy his orders and shoot Freya if he persisted

man began to weaken, and she started experiencing double vision due to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed her hand

her forward.

hold on, he managed to break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and sighed, “Miss Kaufmann, it seems no

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

adjusted his suit collar and sat up. “Don’t worry, those darts were loaded with tranquilizers. Your strength worries me. I was afraid that if I

to 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.

hair and grinned. Thave my reasons for kidnapping you, of course. Then, he chuckled before adding, “You should take a rest.