The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 127

Suddenly, it all clicked—no wonder Bertha’s chat avatar had seemed so familiar. It was Alexia.

So they were close enough to be messaging behind her back?

Earlier, Alexia had texted Bertha, telling her to stall Lindsay—follow her, keep tabs, whatever it took. Anything to keep Lindsay from ruining her plans.

“Lindsay, what are you talking about? You don’t know where your own husband is, so you’re questioning me? That’s ridiculous.” Bertha calmly picked up her phone and tucked it into her coat. “I only followed you because I was worried about you being out alone.”

“I’ve seen your messages with Alexia.” Lindsay’s face darkened, her voice icy and threatening. “What have you two done with Yves? Where is he?”

“I have no idea. I haven’t seen Yves at all tonight.” Bertha opened the car door, clearly intending to leave, but Lindsay grabbed her wrist in a vise-like grip. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me where he is.”

“Lindsay, don’t go overboard.” Bertha glared, visibly annoyed. “I’m a few years older than you, you know. Have you ever heard of basic respect?”

“Answer me. Where’s Yves?” All Lindsay could think of was her encounter with a hitman earlier that night. The thought that Yves, injured and vulnerable, might be in danger made her blood run cold.

Bertha was about to answer when her phone started ringing. She checked the screen—a number with no name attached.

Lindsay snatched the phone from her, answered, and held it to her ear. Yves' voice came through the speaker.

“Is the tear severe?”

Tear? The word sent Lindsay’s mind racing in the worst direction. Her palms broke out in a cold sweat as she shouted, “Yves, where are you?”

But no reply came. The line went dead.

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