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.

SIM card, and slipped the device into his jacket

cooperation."

parking garage of our destination, a security guard approached with something in

these." He held out a pair

opaque lenses in my hands.

for security purposes,"

really necessary? First my phone, now my

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

hardening. "Perhaps you'd

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not bind my hands while your're

exchanged uncomfortable glances, clearly unprepared for my

earpiece, listening intently before addressing me Mr. Blake

without them."

the small crack they made against the concrete floor. A

what I could get.

Wilson, I'm Jack Reynolds," the new driver introduced himself David opened the car door. "I'll be

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

Wilson, I

I lost the right to choose where I sit as

a clear view of our route. I memorized street signs, landmarks, and the numbers on passing buildings. If I needed to

an impressive Mediterranean villa perched on a cliff edge. The moonlight silvered its white walls, making

I demanded the moment

nodded

about losing the only potential ally I had

Wilson," Jack directed, his tone devoid of

led me through ornately carved double doors and down a

is Christopher?" I stopped at the

enter.

will be your accommodation for

voice cut through the tension. "So you're finally