The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 128

Yves sat in his wheelchair, brow furrowed as he stared at Lindsay, who had stormed in out of nowhere. "Lindsay, what are you doing here?"

Lindsay clenched her fists as she strode toward him, a cold, mocking smile on her lips. "Surprised to see me? What exactly were you two just doing?"

"Ms. Nelson, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s not what you think," Alexia blurted out, scrambling off the bed. But her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the floor, her whole body trembling from the pain.

Her tear-filled eyes darted to Yves, silently pleading for help, but all he did was frown slightly.

Yves turned to Lindsay, his lips pressed into a thin line. "She nearly died tonight. I just happened to be there. It’s not what you’re imagining."

Lindsay shook her head and let out a bitter laugh. "Oh? And did you know I almost died tonight, too? Guess I was just lucky." She fixed him with a glare. "You’re busy protecting another woman—what about your own wife?"

Looking at Alexia, Lindsay suddenly remembered what the assassin had told her.

Could it have been Alexia who hired that killer? Was it just a coincidence she ended up in trouble tonight? And just happened to run into Yves?

Too many coincidences mean someone’s pulling the strings. Just like Bertha Quigley’s little stunt tonight—luring her to Luna Lofts.

So, they were already working together.

Yves' frown deepened, worry flickering in his eyes. "What happened to you tonight?"

"Take care of your precious damsel. As for me, I don’t need your concern," Lindsay snapped, turning to leave.

But walking in was easy—getting out was another story. With a single word from Yves, every security guard in the building would block her way.

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