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

said, his

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

to

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

This

nt of truth.

me?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound composed.

man stirred, groaning softly as he slowly regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered

a flicker of confusion before recognition dawned in

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He announced

him for answers. “Who are you, and why

don’t recognize me?” He asked in confusion. “It’s

you, and my name isn’t Blaire. My name is Dylan,” I

might not know what happened to you, but I’m positive. I

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

the back of my mind, a whisper of doubt that I couldn’t ignore. What if he was right? What if my name wasn’t Dylan

but you must be mistaken,” I said firmly, though uncertainty laced my words. “I don’t know who this Blaire is,

his features. “| understand if you don’t remember,” he said softly. “But please, you have to trust me. Your life

sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a sense of fear that I couldn’t shake. Could it be possible that I was in danger, even if I didn’t remember who

needed answers, and I needed them fast. But as I

some glimmer of 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 way out but unsure of where to

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