Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 67

SEBASTIAN

I can’t believe Blaire actually left me here outside without giving me much context. I may not be in the right position to ask her a question, but not knowing anything kills me inside.

I decided to go down to the lobby while I figured out what’s going on with Blaire.

Since she left, I never once tried to contact her or know what she’s been up to. God knows how hard I tried to forget her and live a normal life without her. But the moment she stepped into my office that day, all that rationale flew outside the window. I haven’t been thinking clearly since she got back. Somehow, I manage to forget everything but her. My mind was filled with thoughts of her and how much I wanted to be with her. I even resort to offering her money in exchange for being

with her.

I know it’s stupid, but it’s an easier way for me to get what I wanted. I had a feeling that I might regret every decision I make, but I’d like to take that risk if that means I’ll get a chance to be with her.

I picked up my phone from my pocket and called a friend of mine who owns a security agency. He got all the resources and tools I needed to get all the information I needed about Blaire.

I dialed his number, and it didn’t take long before he finally answered. “Brandon, I need you to do something for me,” I said as soon as he answered the phone.

“Hi, hello, Sebastian. It’s nice to hear from you again. How have you been?” He replied sarcastically.

“I have no time for pleasantries, Brandon.”

“Well, you’re not paying me enough to go along with your temper. Goodbye,” he said before hanging up the phone.

“What the fck!” I cursed loudly as I stared at my phone in disbelief. I can’t believe he just hung up on me. “You, bast4rd!” I cursed once again before dialing up his number again. After a few rings, he immediately answered. “Brandon, if you hung up again, I swear—”

“Bye, Sebastian!” he said before cutting off the line.

“Fck!” I shut my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself before dialing his number again. I could use my other resources to get all the information I needed, but I don’t want to put Blaire’s privacy in the hands of just anyone. With Brandon, I know that whatever information he gathered about Blaire, he wouldn’t use it against me or anyone else. Brandon seems hard to handle, but he is indeed a good friend.

I waited for a few minutes to calm down before I called him again. After a few rings, he finally answered. “Hello, Brandon. How are you?”

“Oh, hello there, my good friend! What can I do for you?” He was greeted as soon as he got what he wanted. “See? That’s how you greet a friend if you want to ask them a favor, okay?” he added.

“Whatever,” I replied, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see me.

“So, what do you want from me?”

to get all the information you can get about Blaire for the last six years,” I

“You really took your time before you got your

not asking your opinion

“How soon do you want these details?”

an hour,”

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rush, huh? You know we

the information I need. Send the bill to my office,” I responded.

you the bill right now,” Brandon

me the details I needed before I

no! I have a payment-first policy,”

42%

I complained. “Fine. Tell

for money! Of course, I have a lot of mouths to feed.”

the marines. You own half of a fucking multi-billion-dollar security company. You are not doing this for

got me, bro,” he chuckled. “I’m not doing this for money. This is me being a good friend,”

and tell me how much.

million dollars,” he said.

be

or leave it, bud. That’s

sure Hunter knows about

he knows, buddy. I’m actually

ganging up on me?”

are,” Hunter

both an asshole!”

the money, Sebastian. We’re

my bank to make sure that the money would be wired in real time. It only took a few minutes before the transfer was successful. Once everything was

pleasure, Your

bother answering and quickly hung up the phone.

My mom said it’s bad

frowned and turned in the direction where the little voice was coming. I raised my eyebrow when I noticed a small boy in a hospital gown standing behind

irritatedly. I didn’t mean to

teach you not to pick fights with someone