Semua Bab The Ruthless CEO'S Chosen Wife : Bab 171 - Bab 180

After Victor's call, the room was filled with tense silence. Chloe had cried herself to sleep on the couch. Michelle was beside her, gently stroking her hair. Sebastian stood by the window, looking serious with his arms crossed. Raymond hadn’t moved for a while. He was holding his phone with a dark expression. Michelle whispered again, She’s alive, as if she needed to remind herself. Raymond finally spoke, Yes. But we don't know how long she'll be. Sebastian turned, his face tight with worry. We can’t just do nothing. If Eleanor learns we know where Clarissa is, she’ll move quickly and it won’t be good for Clarissa. Michelle frowned, confused. She’s hidden her for so long. Why move her now? Raymond paced the floor. Because now she probably knows we know about Clarissa. Eleanor isn't thinking straight. She’s been lying and covering up for years. If she feels trapped, she might really harm Clarissa this time. The room felt colder with fear. Sebastian nodded. We need to move fast. Vict

When Raymond grasped what Sebastian had revealed, he turned his back on the vineyard. Their entire mission, weeks in the making, was a sham. The photo of Clarissa, the threatening letter, and the setup in Bordeaux were all crafted to divert them from New York. Raymond took out his earpiece and communicated via a secure line. Victor, call off the vineyard mission. Chloe is missing. We have to return immediately. Victor's voice, filled with urgency, responded, I tracked her movements. She flew out last night under a fake name C. Hartwell to Paris. Sebastian questioned, Why Paris? Victor explained, She's trying to find Clarissa on her own. Chloe left a note under Michelle’s pillow. She wasn’t kidnapped; she left in a hurry to find answers and end the threats. Without responding, Raymond hurried back to the black SUV parked on the trail, with Sebastian close behind. They had less than an hour to reach the airport and change their plans. Time was slipping away. In Paris, the morning fog

Chloe took a careful step backward when Isabella Hawthorne entered the dim hallway..Chloe,.Isabella repeated, her voice smooth and very calm. You look like you've seen a ghost. I might have, Chloe whispered, eyes wide with surprise. She quickly tucked the letter into her coat pocket, her fingers shaking a bit. Why are you here, Isabella? I could ask you the same thing,"Isabella replied with a small smile. She glanced around at the old, run-down apartment building, clearly not impressed. This isn’t a safe place for someone like you. Chloe didn’t respond. She stood stiffly, her thoughts racing. How did she manage to find me here? I'm in Paris for work, Isabella continued in a casual tone, brushing her coat sleeve like there was dust on it. I got information saying you might be in danger. I didn't get a name, just a number and an address. I came to check on you. Chloe raised an eyebrow. Someone told you I was here? And you just came? Wouldn’t you have done the same? Isabella's smile di

Michelle looked down at her phone, still replaying the strange voice that had just spoken to her. If you want your children back, you’ll come alone. Those words were etched into her memory, bringing fear and worry to every thought. But she didn’t tell Raymond immediately. She simply couldn’t bring herself to do it. Sitting tensely in the backseat of the car, she felt detached from everything. Her fingers shook slightly as she set the phone in her lap. The car moved steadily, and Raymond was by her side, quietly simmering with a dangerous sort of anger. She knew it wasn’t worth the risk. If speaking up led to any harm to her children, her heart would never recover. Her stomach churned, and she turned to gaze out the window, trying hard to keep her face neutral. Just keep it together a little longer. She told herself. But Raymond was too perceptive to miss the signs. His eyes flicked toward her, narrowing. Michelle? She stayed silent. What was that call about, Michelle? She didn’t resp

The loud noise from the gunshot echoed throughout the warehouse. Dust hung in the air, almost like time had stopped. Michelle's ears were ringing, and her heart was racing as she quickly looked towards the sound. Raymond remained standing. Calvin stumbled back, clutching his shoulder where the bullet had just grazed him, bleeding through his clean suit. You son of a— he growled angrily. Raymond didn't give him a chance to finish. He moved forward, his gun still pointed at Calvin. Go ahead, keep talking and I'll make you bleed faster. Calvin's smile faltered, his pain showing in his eyes, but only for a second. He stood up straight again, filled with something darker than hatred. You won't win, Calvin said with a hiss. Even if you kill me now. You've already lost everything important. Michelle gasped softly. Raymond...But before she could say anything else, Calvin pulled a black phone from his pocket and held it up for them to see. Raymond's eyes narrowed. What are you doing? Calvin