Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband by Mariya Mercedes

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 voice wavering with

Steve. We can’t turn back now,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the baseball bat in my hand. With a shared

It was time to uncover the

secured the man to the chair, I stepped back, my heart racing with

and apprehension. This was

nt of truth.

and what do you want with me?” I demanded, my voice trembling

regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open,

was a flicker of confusion before recognition dawned in his gaze.

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voice hoarse with disbelief. “Y–You’re alive!” He announced it in glee, making me more confused about

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

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

isn’t Blaire. My name is Dylan,” I

name now, I’m certain it’s you, Blaire. I might not know what happened to you, but

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

much as I wanted to dismiss his claims, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, a whisper of doubt that

be mistaken,” I said firmly, though

mixture of disappointment and frustration crossing his features. “| understand if you don’t remember,” he said softly. “But please, you have to trust me. Your life could be in

that I couldn’t shake. Could it be possible that I was in danger, even if I didn’t remember who I was? And if Sebastian was telling the truth,

needed them fast. But as I looked into Sebastian’s

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 turn next,

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