The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 207

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 207: I Won't Dishonor His Sacrifice

Angela POV

"Tavid." I said, my voice barely audible over the tension crackling in the air "Where is What

Christopher's eyes never left my face as he replied, his tone perfectly measured. He's safe,

The Mediterranean breeze ruffled his hair, but his expression remained carved in stone. My children buustied behind me, they Keperi clutching at my clothes.

"If you want to ensure he stays that way, Christopher continued, "you il come with me now, Angria, Just you:

Sean's ammi

arm tightened around my waist, his body a solid wall of protection beside me. Take her? Don't even think ab

Christopher's security team shifted slightly closer, their movement

ynchronized and threatening

"Angela," Christopher's voice softened, addressing me directly. I'm not speaking to him. I'm speaking to you. Tell me, back with me? I promise David will remain unharmed if you do,"

feeling the weight of both men's expectations pressing down on

driver, not mine."

course he's my driver," Christopher replied smoothly. "But as my driver, he helped you escape. Angela, if I don't punish betrayal

back with you, I wouldn't have

genuine pain in his eyes. "It seems he means nothing to you

my ear. "Don't fall for it. This is a trap. The more

he thinks he has."

Sean, keeping my voice low. "I understand

help, we never would

Seans lips. "So this David is

I asked, confused by his

said simply, his eyes intense and

This was Sean at his most genuine, making a promise he intended to keep His

I noticed how his expression had darkened. His assistant whispered something

of his features. "Take them," he commanded his security team. "But remember-no one gets hurt. If any harm comes to Angela or the children, don

with vicious enthusiasm. "Go! Bring Mr. Wilson and the children back

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lurched into my thuat as the security team moved forward in a coordinated

my waist. “Itum,” he whispered against my

Sean scooped up Arla, We turned and sprinted toward the waiting black sedan at the edge

bundled Ethan into the backseat

with us?" I asked, panic tising in