Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

BLAIRE

“Dylan, are you sure about this? This is assault! We could end up in jail,” Steve protested, his voice

tinged with concern as we struggled to move the unconscious man.

“I need answers, Steve. And I can’t afford to wait around for them,” I replied, my tone firm as I focused

on the task at hand. Time was of the essence; I had only a few precious hours before Grant realized I was

missing. Thankfully, my usual excuse of tending to the garden workshop provided the perfect alibi.

When I’m in there, Grand usually won’t disturb me for a few hours, giving me enough time to execute

my plan.

With a sense of urgency driving us forward, we managed to haul the unconscious man into the

makeshift interrogation room I had prepared. The room sparse, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb makeshift interrogation room I had prepared. The room

that cast long shadows across the walls.

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“We need to wake him up,” I muttered, my gaze fixed on the man before us. “I need to know what he

knows.”

Steve hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between me and the unconscious man. “Dylan, I don’t know

his voice wavering

glance. “We’ve come this far, Steve. We can’t turn back now,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the baseball

ahead. It was time to uncover the truth,

to the chair, I stepped back, my heart racing with a

apprehension. This was

nt of truth.

and what do you want with me?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound

groaning softly as he slowly regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, and for

a flicker of confusion before recognition dawned in his

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disbelief. “Y–You’re alive!” He announced it

“Who are you, and why were you looking for me? Do I

He asked in confusion. “It’s

name isn’t Blaire. My name is Dylan,”

now, I’m certain it’s you, Blaire. I might not know what happened to you, but I’m positive. I can’t be mistaken. You’re

a sense of urgency and conviction. Despite my protests and insistence that he had the wrong person, he remained steadfast

whisper of doubt that I couldn’t ignore.

sorry, but you must be mistaken,” I

mixture of disappointment and frustration crossing his features. “| understand if you don’t remember,” he said

shake. Could it be possible that I was in danger, even if I didn’t remember

them fast. But as I looked into

truth, all I found was uncertainty staring back at me. It was as if we were both lost in a maze of secrets and lies, desperate to find our

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