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?”

let out a sharp cry of

Mr.

bell, gnawing at the

the bodyguard forced him

heart pounded in his chest, sweat forming on his

I don’t know

he studied the man, watching

thinning, yanked the man’s head back sharply, while his other hand lifted a gun, the cold barrel

and deny it again,”

long you can

The man was dumbfounded.

realized who Holden

here called Holden

Could he be the

click of the trigger filled the room, terror washed

lot, but the money wouldn’t

talk!” the man quickly

paid me a

the gun remained pressed

Moss go?” Holden’s voice was

I don’t know!”

there were ID cards and passports

think… I think I saw

might be planning to leave