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.

slipped the device into his jacket pocket.

cooperation."

a security guard approached with

you'll need to wear these." He held out

in my hands. "So I'm

for security purposes,"

really necessary? First

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

"Perhaps you'd like to tape my mouth shut too, to prevent

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help? Why not bind my

guards exchanged uncomfortable glances, clearly unprepared

earpiece, listening intently before addressing me Mr. Blake says the glasses won't be necessary. We

without them."

they made against the concrete floor. A minor victory, but

what I could get.

introduced himself David opened the

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

I

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

his own earpiece briefly. "Very well," he conceded. Without the blackout glasses, I had a clear view of our route. I memorized street signs, landmarks, and the numbers on passing buildings. If I needed to find my way back, I would have some reference

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

I demanded the moment I

conferred briefly, then David nodded at me before walking back to

losing the only potential ally I had

Mrs. Wilson," Jack directed, his tone devoid

and down a marble floored hallway to a closed

is Sean? Where is Christopher?" I stopped

enter.

will be your accommodation for now," Jack

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