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

he said, his voice wavering with uncertainty.

We can’t turn back now,” I insisted, my grip tightening

It was time to uncover the truth, no

we had secured the man to the chair, I stepped back,

This was it–the

nt of truth.

want with me?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly despite my

as he slowly regained

there was a flicker of confusion before recognition

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stammered, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “Y–You’re alive!” He announced it in

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

me?” He asked in confusion. “It’s me, Sebastian,” he

name isn’t Blaire. My name

now, I’m certain it’s you, Blaire. I might not

insistence that

there was a nagging feeling in 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 after all,

thoughts. “I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken,” I said firmly, though uncertainty laced my

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

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

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

were both lost in a maze

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