The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 245

Mia was furious—so angry she could barely think straight, let alone untangle the logic of what was happening.

"Are you kidding me with this crap, you jerk?" she spat, voice trembling. "You really think it's the same thing if I sleep with you or you sleep with me? If I sleep with you, I'm the one taking advantage. If you sleep with me, then you're the one getting your way!"

She glared at them, her eyes wild. "Just tell me—right now—what will it take for you bastards to let Nona go? Fine! If it's what you want, you and Xander can both sleep with me at the same time. Just let her go!"

Claud and Xander exchanged a look, both stunned into silence.

Was this her way of bribing them, or just her way of humiliating them? Neither of them could tell. Unbeknownst to the two men, Mia had long since weighed them against each other in her mind, agonizing over which of them would be her "main man" and which would be left playing second fiddle.

"Miss Summers, please—calm down," Claud said, forcing himself to sound steady. He caught her shoulders and looked her in the eye. "I haven't kidnapped Winona. If you don't calm down, there's no way we can help you get her back. The only reason we're here is because we know how worried Winona must be about you all, so our first priority is to keep you three safe."

Mia blinked through her tears, searching his face. "You… you're telling the truth? None of you have Winona? Then who the hell took her?"

Claud's voice was resolute. "We don't know yet, but we'll find out—together."

Xander stepped forward, speaking gently, "Let me check things out here. If you, your grandmother, and Zane need somewhere safe, you can stay at my place. I'll have someone look after you. At least the people who took Winona won't be able to find you there."

Mia stared at them, her voice thick with disbelief. "Why are you all suddenly acting like you care? It doesn't feel real—it feels like some twisted joke."

With that, she broke down, sobbing helplessly.

After a tense pause, he finally pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Send twenty men over here. Secure the building—no one gets in or out."

He had barely ended the call when, from the parking lot, the sound of an approaching engine drew their attention. A sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up, and out stepped Yves Prescott—his cast still on, but the bandages finally gone from his face.

The moment Mia saw Yves, she grabbed Zane and Helga and ran toward him as if salvation itself had arrived.

"Yves!" she wailed, clinging to him. "Thank God you're here. We were terrified. Those three—those miserable bastards—were trying to drag us away. I had to fight them off for ages. I was ready to risk it all!"

Helga burst into tears as well. "My dear boy, thank heavens you're here! I thought these people were going to finish me off. Mia says they're nothing but trouble, please—please, help us get these ruffians out of our neighborhood. Oh, my dear boy…"