The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 123

After dinner, Lindsay felt lightheaded from the carbs and let her guard down, drifting off to sleep.

She didn’t wake until the car rattled over a bumpy mountain road, jolting her awake.

Blinking her eyes open, Lindsay was met with nothing but darkness outside the window. The air buzzed with the sound of crickets, and a chill ran down her spine. Instantly, she was on high alert.

Was this the danger Horace had warned her about?

Trying to keep calm, Lindsay reached for her phone to message Yves, only to realize there was no signal at all. Clearly, the driver had come prepared.

Catching her anxious expression in the rearview mirror, the driver let out a cold, derisive laugh. “There’s not a trace of signal out here. No one’s coming to save you.”

“Who sent you?” Lindsay demanded.

“I get paid by my employer—I don’t betray my clients. Blame your own bad luck.” As soon as he finished, he slammed on the brakes. Lindsay, sitting in the back seat, lurched forward, nearly smashing into the front seat.

Before she could regain her balance, the driver flung open the door, grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her out, throwing her hard onto the rocky ground.

The gravel dug painfully into her skin, scraping her palms until blood welled up from the cuts.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Lindsay looked up at the driver—or rather, her would-be killer.

He was built like a linebacker, skin weathered and dark, with a close-cropped haircut and harsh, flat features; the kind of man you wouldn’t trust alone in a parking lot.

She cursed herself for not noticing the danger when she’d first gotten in the car.

“How much is your boss paying you? I’ll double it,” Lindsay bargained, staring him down.

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