Obedience No More He's the One I Deserved novel Chapter 279

**TITLE: Beseeched 279**
**Chapter 279 I’ll Always Find You**

Ethan remained silent, his eyelids fluttering shut as if he were retreating into a world of his own.

Tony stood there, a mix of anxiety and confusion brewing within him. He couldn’t decipher the expression on his boss’s face; it was a mask of inscrutability that left him feeling uneasy. He had already poured out his thoughts, shared his concerns, and now, all he could do was remain rooted in place, a statue of worry.

Time seemed to stretch, each second dragging on longer than the last, until finally, Ethan’s eyes snapped open again.

A glimmer of intensity sparked in his dark gaze, a flash that sent a shiver down Tony’s spine.

“Get the car ready,” Ethan commanded, his voice low but laced with urgency.

Tony blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Boss, are you firing me and giving me a free car at the same time?”

“Stop daydreaming,” Ethan replied, his tone sharp.

With an abrupt motion, he snatched a stack of files from the desk and flung them toward Tony. They missed him, but the resounding crack of paper against the surface was enough to jolt anyone out of their thoughts.

To Tony’s relief, he realized he wasn’t being dismissed. A sense of ease washed over him.

“I’ll go right now!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with newfound enthusiasm.

The office door swung open and closed with a decisive thud behind him. Ethan leaned back in his chair, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him like an anchor.

It had been nearly thirty-six hours since he last slept. A relentless throb pulsed in his head, a nerve pulled too taut, making the idea of driving in such a state feel perilous.

He rubbed his forehead, hoping to ease the tension, then grabbed his phone and rose to his feet.

Descending the stairs, he felt the chill of the air wrap around him, a stark contrast to the heated thoughts swirling in his mind.

Once inside the car, Tony’s voice broke the silence. “Boss, where are we headed?”

Ethan settled into the back seat, his eyes fluttering closed again, seeking a moment of respite. His jaw was clenched tight, and the atmosphere crackled with a palpable tension. “Seabrook,” he replied, his voice gravelly and terse.

Meanwhile, in a different world, Dawn had lost track of how many times she had asked the same question. “When are you planning to let me out of here?”

The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on her. Her phone had been confiscated, and not a single device in the entire place could connect her to the outside world. Even the television sat useless, disconnected from the internet.

Jonathan had vanished, leaving her to contend with the eight bodyguards stationed around her, their silence only stoking the flames of her frustration.

“Is your boss out of his mind? What is he trying to accomplish?” she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

No response came from the guards, their stoic demeanor only fueling her anger further.

Taking a sharp breath, she snapped, “Stop following me!”

With a storm of defiance, Dawn stormed up the stairs, slamming her door behind her with a force that echoed in the empty hallway.

The tightness in her chest felt suffocating. She feared that if this confinement lasted another day, she might lose her grip on reality.

Flopping onto her bed, she buried her face in the pillow, letting out a muffled scream that echoed her despair.

Her eyes darted around the room, and suddenly, an idea struck her. She leaped up, searching every nook and cranny, convinced that Jonathan might be playing a cruel game with her.

What if he had hidden her phone somewhere in this prison of a room?

But despite her frantic searching, nothing turned up.

Exhausted, she sank to the floor, cradling her head in her hands, desperately trying to plot her escape.

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