บททั้งหมดของ WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

They arrived at a warehouse with a large gate. The gate was heavy and old. It was closed. There was a light to the side. No man stood by. Leo checked the lock. He cut the chain with a small saw. The chain gave with a metal sound. They slipped inside.Inside, the warehouse smelled like oil. There were crates and spare parts. The floor had a thin crack of oil that shone when the moonlight fell upon it. They crept with slow steps and held their guns ready.Miguel heard a sound like a drop of rain. Then a floor creaks. He stopped and waited. Something moved across the far room. A shadow slid by. He signalled to Leo. Leo nodded. They moved to the far edge. The floor had crates stacked high.Miguel looked low and saw a mat. It had footprints in the dust. He moved and bent. He felt a line of small boxes. These were not shipping boxes. They were gun cases. They were ready.Camila put a finger to her lips. Miguel looked at her and he moved to the right side. He found steps. The steps went up t

The rain had stopped by the time they reached the safe house. It was an old place at the edge of the city. The walls were cracked but the roof held. Miguel had brought Ximmena there after the escape. Leo and Camila had come with them, but only to make sure they got out. They were tired and dirty, clothes wet, hands shaking from the fight at Alvarez’s house. Inside the safe house, a faint smell of dust and old wood lingered. A single lamp burned on a table.Miguel guided Ximmena to a chair. She sat down slowly. Her hair was wet, her wrists still red from the ropes. She breathed like someone who had run a long way. Leo poured a little water from a bottle and gave it to her. She drank without a word. Camila knelt and untied the last bit of cord from her ankles.“Thank you,” Ximmena whispered. Her voice was low but steady. She looked at Leo and Camila. “You helped Miguel when you did not have to. You saved my life.”Leo gave a small shrug. “He asked,” he said. “We could not leave you wit

The morning came quietly. A kettle hissed softly on the stove. Miguel moved slowly, setting out cups and slices of bread. The smell of fresh coffee rose into the still air.Ximmena sat at the wooden table. She had a thin pencil in her hand and a small, folded piece of paper. She was writing a list, stopping now and then to look around the room as if making sure nothing was forgotten. Across from her, her father sat wrapped in a wool blanket. His hands trembled a little as he lifted his tea but his eyes were clearer than they had been in weeks.“It’s stronger today,” Miguel said, pouring coffee. “Tell me if it’s too much.”Ximmena gave a small smile. “We both need strong coffee,” she said.Her father let out a slow breath. “I’ll try walking to the garden later,” he said. “Just a few steps.”Miguel nodded. “One step at a time,” he said. “No rush.”The clock on the wall ticked softly. Outside, a rooster called somewhere down the street. The house smelled of bread, tea and soap. It was a

The sun was already high when they left the house.Miguel helped Ximmena’s father into the back seat of the car. A folded blanket lay across his knees. Ximmena sat beside him and kept a hand on his arm. Miguel started the engine and drove slowly down the quiet road that led into town.The sky was clear, the hills green. A few trucks passed them, carrying sacks of maize. Dogs lie sleeping in the dust near the roadside shops. The ride was almost silent. Only the sound of the motor and the low radio filled the car.“Are you feeling all right?” Miguel asked.Her father nodded. “Yes. Just a little tired.”Ximmena adjusted the blanket. “We’ll be back before noon,” she said. “It’s only a check-up.”Miguel turned at the small roundabout and headed toward the clinic. It was a modest building with white walls and a faded sign. He parked under a tree and switched off the engine. The shade was cool.“Wait here,” Miguel said. “I’ll get the forms.”He went inside first. The reception area smelled o

Leo sat at the table with a notebook open. He wrote short lines in a code only he and Alvarez knew. He heard the sound of a car below. It stopped, then the engine cut off.He stood and went to the window. A black sedan was parked by the curb. Alvarez stepped out. He wore plain clothes again, no jacket, no rings. He looked like any other man in the street.Leo opened the door before Alvarez knocked. “Come in,” he said.Alvarez entered. He moved without a sound. He looked around the small apartment, then set a brown folder on the table.“Sit,” Alvarez said.Leo closed the door and sat opposite him. The blinds kept out most of the light.Alvarez opened the folder. Inside were photos and papers. He slid them across the table. “Here,” he said.Leo looked. There was a map of the clinic. A street plan around it. Photos of Ximmena’s father walking with Miguel. Another photo of the house where they were hiding.“We know their movements,” Alvarez said. “They take him to the clinic in the mornin