Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

They were in the hall of the hotel.

Many bodyguards were here.

At the center of it all, Holden sat in a chair, toying with a sleek, silver knife that glinted under the lights.

He looked at the man and said, “So, you thought you could Lie to me?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the man stammered, his voice trembling.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

“I swear, I don’t know anything! Please… Let me go.”

Holden tossed a photo of Moss to the man, his eyes cold.

“This person’s name is Moss Valdez.

Do you know him?”

“I don’t know him,” the middle-aged man said, his gaze darting nervously around the room.

His face had turned a sickly shade of white, and his hands trembled at his sides.

Without warning, one of the bodyguards strode forward.

In a swift motion, the bodyguard clamped one hand onto the man’s shoulder and shoved his head downward with the other.

Leaning in close, he growled, “You won’t even look at the photo, and you claim you don’t know him? Are you trying to play games with Mr.

Fredrick?”

a sharp

Mr.

ring a bell, gnawing at the edges of his

any further, the bodyguard

heart pounded in his

swear, I don’t know this

studied the man, watching him

thinning, yanked the man’s head back sharply, while his other hand

ahead and deny

see how long you can keep up the lie

The man was dumbfounded.

realized who Holden

called Holden

be the head

the trigger filled the room, terror

lot, but the money wouldn’t matter if he

talk!” the man quickly

me a lot to

the gun remained pressed

Moss go?” Holden’s voice was

know!”

his suite, there were

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be planning to