The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 223

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 223: Trapped

Angela POV

The empty coastal road stretched ahead as David drove us toward the private airport. No other cars, no people, wat darmow punctuated by occasional streetlights.

I studied David's profile, noticing the subtle blue glow of an earpiece in his right

ear.

"How much longer until we reach the airport?" I asked.

"Approximately fifteen minutes, Mrs. Wilson," he replied, his voice mechanical and distant.

I understood immediately why David was being so formal. The earpiece meant Christopher was listening to every word, monitoring our interaction remotely.

This explained David's cold demeanor since picking me up-he couldn't risk showing any sympathy while being monitored.

The lack of additional security suggested Christopher's confidence. He believed I wouldn't try to escape, not while he held Sean. His arrogance might become a weakness I could exploit.

At the airfield, David opened my door. When I got out, he gave me a quick look that seemed meaningful, but I couldn't tell what be was trying to say. With Christopher listening through the earpiece, I just nodded and walked to the jet. The flight passed in tense silence. When we landed on another Mediterranean island, David approached me with his hand extended.

"Your phone, Mrs. Wilson."

I stared at him, genuinely confused. "My phone?"

"Yes, Ms. Wilson." His tone was firm.

"Why? You already have me here. I came willingly." I studied his face, trying to understand. “Christopher already has Sean. What does he think I'll do with my phone?"

David's expression hardened. “Ms. Wilson, if you wish to see Mr. Shaw, please don't make this difficult. The sooner you surrender your phone, the sooner we can proceed. Of course, if you prefer, we can wait here indefinitely."

I noted the change in his demeanor. The monitoring must have resumed. With reluctance, I pulled my iPhone from my pocket and

handed it to him.

it down, removed the SIM card, and slipped the device into his jacket pocket. "Thank

cooperation."

a security guard approached with something in his

Wilson, you'll need to wear these." He held out a pair of blackout

took them, turning the opaque lenses in my hands. "So I'm

for security purposes,"

really

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

continued, my voice hardening. "Perhaps you'd

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help? Why not bind my hands while your're

glances, clearly unprepared

intently before addressing me Mr. Blake

without them."

satisfied by the small crack they made against the concrete floor. A minor

what I could get.

the new driver introduced himself David opened

into the back seat as expected, I moved to the from passenger side and

I

lost the right to choose where I sit as well?"

route. I memorized

perched on a cliff edge. The moonlight silvered its white walls, making it

I demanded the moment I stepped out

then David nodded at me before walking

about losing the only potential ally I had in this situation. He

Wilson," Jack directed, his tone

me through ornately carved double doors and down a marble floored

is Christopher?" I stopped at the

enter.

accommodation for now," Jack replied

voice cut through the tension. "So