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.

powered it down, removed the SIM card, and slipped the device into

cooperation."

the underground parking garage of our destination, a security guard approached

to wear these." He held out

in my hands. "So I'm to

security purposes," the guard explained

looked directly at David. “Is this really

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

voice hardening. "Perhaps you'd like to tape my mouth shut too, to prevent me

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for help? Why not bind my hands while your're at

exchanged uncomfortable glances, clearly unprepared

me Mr. Blake says the glasses won't be

without them."

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

what I could get.

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

as expected, I moved

Wilson, I

where I sit as well?" I

our route. I memorized street signs, landmarks, and the numbers on passing buildings. If I needed to find my

to an impressive Mediterranean villa perched on a cliff edge. The moonlight silvered its white

I demanded the moment I stepped out of the

David conferred briefly, then David nodded at me before walking

worried about losing the only potential ally

Wilson," Jack directed, his tone devoid

carved double doors and down a marble floored

I stopped at the

enter.

will be your accommodation for now," Jack replied

voice cut through the tension. "So you're