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Chapter 17: Mr. Wright

Author: Avvi Keller
last update Last Updated: 2024-06-15 08:00:50

As I skidded to a halt outside the towering building with a big sign Skyview Heights. I leaped out of the car and dashed towards the entrance. Then, I saw him—the man from the video—strolling casually inside as though he hadn't a care in the world.

“Hey!” I shouted, storming inside the building. “Stop right there!”

The man turned, his eyes narrowing in annoyance, but before he could respond, the two guards stationed at the entrance blocked my path.

“Sir, you are not allowed to be here”

“Let go! Do you not know who I am?!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over.

“Sorry, Sir, but we cannot let you in,” the other guard insisted, crossing his arms in front of him.

My jaw ticked with irritation. Pointing towards Anastasia, who lay unconscious in the man’s arms, I practically spat out my words. “She is my wife! And that asshole kidnapped her!”

The guards exchanged a glance, but the man simply looked annoyed. “You don’t seem to be his husban

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