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.

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

cooperation."

underground parking garage of our destination, a security guard approached

need to wear these." He held out a pair

opaque lenses in my hands. "So I'm

security purposes," the guard explained

David. “Is this really necessary? First my phone,

Is Christopher that paranoid?"

continued, my voice hardening. "Perhaps you'd like to tape my

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bind

glances, clearly unprepared for my

me Mr. Blake says the

without them."

they made against the concrete floor. A minor victory,

what I could get.

Reynolds," the new driver introduced himself David opened the car door.

expected, I moved to the from passenger side and

Wilson, I don't

sit

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

villa perched on

is Sean?" I demanded the moment I stepped out of

David conferred briefly, then David nodded

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

Mrs. Wilson," Jack directed, his

doors and down a marble floored hallway

Christopher?" I stopped at

enter.

will be your accommodation for now," Jack

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