The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 25

Lindsay couldn’t hold back a laugh, a bright, unrestrained sound. She transferred eighteen grand to Horace without hesitation, grinning as she declared, “That’s your bonus this month for handling our little ‘problem’.”

Horace glanced at the generous sum on his phone and let out a chuckle of his own. “Thank you, Ms. Nelson. Next time you need someone roughed up, just call me. No need to get your own hands dirty.”

“Keep up the good work.” Lindsay gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I have to step out for a bit, so I’m leaving my husband in your care.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Nelson. I’ll handle everything here.”

With that reassurance, Lindsay felt at ease. She tidied herself up, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

She’d barely left the house when someone started tailing her.

Lindsay drove off, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to spot the car following her. She didn’t rush to shake them off. Instead, she took them on a wild goose chase—looping through the city from Quigley Manor, weaving a dizzying path until the cars behind her were hopelessly lost.

Next, she parked in an underground garage at a bustling shopping mall, got out, and took the stairs up. But on the third floor, she stopped and slipped behind a doorway, hiding in the shadows.

Her pursuers hurried after her, convinced she’d gone into the third-floor shops, never noticing Lindsay lurking just out of sight.

Once they’d disappeared inside, Lindsay quietly made her way down to the ground floor, slipped out of the building, and hailed a cab to her real destination.

…

That night, back at Quigley Manor.

Lindsay finally returned, her backpack bulging with all sorts of things.

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