Regretful CEO Ex-Wife Don't Leave Me novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Declan grabbed her wrist and stared at her. He then questioned in a cold voice, “Phoebe, don’t forget you’re married. It’s too late to be running around. You’re not going anywhere.

Annoyed, Phoebe yanked her hand free and retorted, “And what’s it got to do with you? You used to disappear for weeks without telling me, didn’t you? Just because I agreed to stay here doesn’t mean you get to control my life.

She glanced at her watch and realized her meeting with Vulture was coming up soon.

Declan stood firm at the door with his arms crossed, his voice low but unwavering. “You’re not stepping one foot out of this house until you tell me exactly where you’re going”

Phoebe lifted her head and locked eyes with him. Her tone was icy with threat. “Move”

Declan didn’t budge. His deep eyes remained fixed on her, cold and unyielding.

He had seen her in action in the restaurant today, which was impressive, no doubt, but he was confident he could take her on if it came down to it. And if she fought back, that would give him the perfect excuse to ask where the hell she had learned those skills

Phoebe’s face was unreadable as she stared at him. Declan opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, a faint ding rang in his ears.

His brows knit together. Before he could process it, Phoebe started counting down.

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

That was the last thing he heard before everything went black.

Pheobe dragged Declan to lie on the couch and instantly left the house.

When Declan came to his senses, the sun was already streaming through the windows. His head throbbed. He rubbed his temples as memories from the night before came rushing back. His sharp eyes snapped open to scan the room. Seeing no trace of Phoebe in the house, he clenched his jaw.

Grabbing his phone, he dialed Patrick and ordered, “Find out where Phoebe is. Now.”

*****

Deep in the tropical rainforest, a dozen people moved swiftly through the dense foliage. Dressed in camouflage gear, they were all injured to some degree, but not one of them fell behind. These weren’t amateurs. They knew what they were doing.

The leader stopped by a riverbank and turned to the others, speaking, “Once we cross this river, we’re safe.”

Relief flickered in their eyes, but it was short–lived. A gunshot cracked through the air. The leader barely had time to react before a bullet pierced his forehead, and he collapsed instantly.

Panic erupted as more gunfire rained down. Within seconds, more than half of the team members collapsed.

“Into the river! Now,” someone yelled.

A chorus of splashes followed as they dove into the driving, stirring the water into something murky.

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Chapter 22

Standing nearby, Phoebe remained still. Her eyes locked on the river’s surface, and she kept unmoving and focused.

Just then, Vulture’s low voice came through in her earpiece. “Iris, the primary mission is to take out Scorpion. The rest are just small fries, not worth the trouble. Let’s fall back.”

Phoebe frowned upon hearing the order. She preferred to leave nothing unfinished. But Vulture was in charge of this mission. Since he said retreat, she had to comply.

She lowered her weapon and turned to leave. Just as she did, Vulture’s urgent voice came through. “Watch out!”

Phoebe sensed danger at the same moment. Without hesitation, she dropped to the side. A bullet whizzed past, grazing her cheek and leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake.

Without missing a beat, she spun toward the source and fired. It was a clean shot. The enemy didn’t even get a chance to pull the trigger again before they hit the ground and died with their eyes wide in shock.

A low whistle sounded in her earpiece. Then came Vulture’s approving chuckle. “Damn, Iris. You’re still as fast as ever.” Phoebe’s voice was indifferent. “Wire the money to my account. I’m leaving now.”

She cut the connection before he could say another word.

Declan had been searching for Phoebe for three days straight. However, his men got him nothing useful, not a single lead. His patience had run razor–thin, and the cold vibe around him only grew more suffocating. The entire office walked on eggshells, and no one dared to talk to him.

His assistant approached cautiously, placing a file on his desk. “Sir, this is what I managed to find on Ms. Greene…” Declan flipped through, and his face immediately clouded. It was the same old information he had seen before. His jaw tightened as he slammed the file shut. “It’s been three days, and this is all you’ve got?”