The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 238

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 238: Even in Death, She'll Stay With Me

Christopher POV

The next day, David stood before me, his eyes downcast as he delivered the news.

“Mr. Blake, Tom afraid I have to report that Aria and than are no longer at the Shaw residence.

"What do you mean, no longer there?

"Victoria Shave relocated them yesterday. The family's vehicle was last seen heading east, but disappeared in an area without surveillance coverage."

A cold suspicion crept up my spine. Someone had warned them. Someone had betrayed me.

How would they know?" I askeil, my voice dangerously soft. "How would they know to move the children? Who told them?"

David's eyes widened slightly. "Sir?”

you who leaked this information?" I demanded, rising from my chair.

Blake thinks I revealed this information?" David looked genuinely shocked. "Why would I compromise my own mission?"

Then explain how they knew to leave ahead of your arrival. Explain why they chose a route without surveillance."

remained silent for several moments, his expression tightening "If you distrust me this much, sir, perhaps

else to this

a predator stalking wounded prey. "You know

safety," he replied carefully. Im concerned for her too. In her current condition, why would I do anything

for me, David? Five? Six? You should understand by now-what I want, I get. If I managed to bring her back

first time since Angela's accident,

I

stay by

more than my anger. The fear in his eyes meant nothing to me. Nothing mattered except keeping Angela with me,

silence. The harsh ring of my phone shattered my contemplation. The caller ID displayed a number I rarely saw:

answered, irritation evident in

you? His voice, still commanding despite his

my nerves. "What the hell are you doing,

coldly. "The Shaw

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matter who told me,

resentments, memories of my mother's fate at the hands of my father-and by extension, my

use this sime tone when

That's your father you're talking

father?" I spat the word. "What kind of father was he? Nothing but a drunk who drove

the silence heavy with decades of

for that Wilson girl," he finally said, his voice slightly softer, "But she's

don't care," I

"You're the Blake family heir! You represent our

father was disgracing himself? When he was caught

thundered.

I replied, ice in my veins. "If you want me to release