Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2035

“You keep Ronan’s location to yourself, huh? Fine.

I’ll hunt him down.

And he’ll face twice the fury.

”

With a dismissive scoff, Nathan turned on his heel.

“Larry,” he commanded without looking back, “cuff Mylo.

He will get a weeklong detention with the Bureau.

”

At once, two soldiers approached, handcuffs gleaming like the scales of justice in their hands.

They yanked Mylo up from the couch’s comfort.

He wrestled against the restraints, his voice a roar of disbelief aimed at Nathan, who was on his way out.

“Have you lost all sense of humanity? I am your kin.

How can you justify sending me off in chains to the Bureau? Where have I erred?”

The chill in Nathan’s gaze could have frozen the sun.

“Aiding Ronan’s flight from justice binds you to his fate.

Consider this your own lesson,” he said with an edge sharper than the metal clasping Mylo’s wrists.

“I was in the dark about Ronan’s vanishing act this morning, just as much as you,” Mylo retorted, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.

“Where he’s fled to is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.

”

Nathan, unmoved, replied coolly, “Save your tale for the Bureau’s inspection.

”

He moved with the certainty of a man on the side of righteousness.

But as he turned to leave, Mylo played his ace.

“Nathan, the truth about your parents’ tragedy, the one kept secret all these years-I hold it.

”

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At that moment, it was clear who Mylo was referring to-the ghosts of Nathan’s past, his own mother and father.

Nathan halted, a statue mid-stride, as Mylo’s words wove their way through his thoughts.

Time seemed to hold its breath as he pivoted to face Mylo, bound and determined.

“Explain yourself,” Nathan demanded, his voice echoing in the tense air.

Childhood memories-or the lack thereof—flashed through Nathan’s mind.

He had grown up in Norton’s care, with only a single photograph to connect him to the parents he’d never known.

Norton had always maintained they were claimed by the same cruel twist of fate.

Mylo saw the hesitation, the crack in Nathan’s resolve.

“Free me,” he insisted, trying to make a bargain, a glint of hope in his eye, “and I will spill the secrets I carry.

”

Their gazes locked, a silent battle of wills.

Nathan’s eyes, sharp as cut glass, gave nothing away.

Suspicion hung heavy between them.

Finally, Nathan broke the silence.

“Show your hand, then.

Let’s see the game you’re playing.

”

He strode back to where they began, and with a gesture, he ordered Larry to release Mylo and clear the villa of all except the trusted soldiers.

The servants found themselves herded into the garden, guarded to prevent prying ears.