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.

down, removed the SIM card, and slipped the device

cooperation."

garage of our destination, a security guard approached with something

need to wear these." He held out a pair

in my hands. "So I'm to be blindfolded? How

for security purposes," the

David. “Is this really necessary? First my

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

you'd like to tape my mouth shut too,

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for help? Why not bind

glances, clearly

listening intently before addressing me Mr.

without them."

crack they made against the concrete

what I could get.

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

expected, I moved to the from passenger side and got

I don't

I lost the right to choose where I sit as well?" I interrupted, my voice sharp

the blackout glasses, I had a clear view of our route. I memorized street signs, landmarks,

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

demanded the moment

then David nodded at me

I called, suddenly worried about losing the only potential ally I had in this

way, Mrs. Wilson," Jack directed,

doors and down

is Sean? Where is Christopher?" I stopped at the threshold, refusing

enter.

accommodation for now,"

could press further, a high, feminine voice cut