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.

a bell,

he could chase the thought any further, the bodyguard forced him

man’s heart pounded in his chest, sweat forming on

swear, I don’t

studied

back sharply, while his other hand lifted a gun, the cold

deny

you can

The man was dumbfounded.

suddenly realized who

here called

the head of the Fredrick

click of the trigger filled the room, terror washed over the

the money wouldn’t matter if

talk!” the

paid me a lot

the gun remained pressed against his

did Moss go?” Holden’s voice was

I don’t know!”

I went to his suite, there were ID cards and passports

I saw a plane

be planning to