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 cry of

Mr.

The name seemed to ring a bell, gnawing at the edges

the

pounded in his chest, sweat forming

swear, I don’t know

furrowed as he studied the man, watching

the man’s head back sharply, while his

ahead and deny it again,” Holden

how long you can keep

The man was dumbfounded.

realized

called Holden

be the

the metallic click of the trigger filled the room, terror

had paid him a lot, but the money wouldn’t

the

a lot to put on an

gun remained pressed against

go?” Holden’s

know!” the

suite, there were ID cards and passports scattered on the

I

might be planning