Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2223

Despite his calm tone, Nathan’s presence compelled Larry to comply without further objection.

Lonnie interjected, “Mr.

Payne, their motives are suspect.

The way Everett just interacted with them, they must be plotting.

I have a strong feeling this involves your wife.

What if Everett—”

His voice trailed off, filled with apprehension.

Nathan’s expression darkened as he spoke softly.

“Let’s wait for Fletcher’s update.

”

With a slight, cold grin, he added, “Even if Everett harbors such intentions, he lacks the capability.

Besides, I trust Lucinda’s ability to defend herself.

”

In the forest’s silence, the chill of the damp air hung heavily.

Several off-road vehicles stood in an open clearing, surrounded by bodyguards in black suits, waiting in quiet anticipation.

As a figure approached, they bowed collectively, addressing him reverently.

“Mr.

Murray.

”

The leader, removing his sunglasses, revealed piercing eyes and a distinctly handsome, angular face.

Deep within the villa’s basement, the atmosphere was damp and cold.

Following Kenneth’s departure, Fletcher returned to the basement.

Upon seeing Lucinda, his tension eased.

He hurried to her side and loosened the ropes binding her, asking with evident concern, “Are you okay?”

The ropes were meticulously tied in a style commonly used by gangs, a complex technique for most but mere child’s play for the skilled Fletcher Lucinda had been bound uncomfortably for a long time, leaving a faint red mark on her delicate skin.

She winced softly.

Taking a deep breath, Lucinda braced herself as Fletcher carefully loosened the knots.

Everett arrived at that moment.

He rushed to her side, at a loss for words, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Well, Mrs.

Payne…”

Nathan had explicitly instructed him not to harm Lucinda, yet his men had disregarded this, tying her too tightly.

Everett feared Nathan’s reaction if he discovered this.

Anxiously, he commanded his team to fetch the first-aid kit, determined to treat even the smallest injury.

Fletcher shot Everett a piercing look, his expression stern.

“Mr.

Gomez,” Fletcher began, “our leader’s wife sacrificed her safety by staying here as decoy.

Yet, in the dead of night, you disrupt her rest for needless confirmations.

”

Flustered by Fletcher’s rebuke, Everett’s face fell, and he scrambled for an explanation.

“Fletcher,” Lucinda interjected firmly, “the mark is trivial and will fade by morning.

I directed the guards to bind me this way to avoid drawing suspicion from Mr.

Murray’s men.

Let’s not worry Nathan with this.

”