The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 351

“We’ve got people in the neighborhood. They confirmed Alex is in apartment 502, building 3. There are two bodyguards downstairs keeping watch.”

“Just two?” Grace waved her hand like it was nothing. “Keep an eye on them, but don’t tip them off. We’ll handle things tonight.”

She knew now wasn’t the time to go up against Reese head-on. If Reese got spooked and moved Alex, tracking him down again would be almost impossible.

“Yes, Ma'am,” Seth said, respectful as always.

Grace patted his shoulder, her voice carrying a warning. “This is too important. Be careful. Not one mistake, understand?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get it done.” Seth nodded quickly.

Satisfied, Grace left the club with Sofia, planning to browse some shops on the way out.

Sofia glanced back at the two men, curiosity in her eyes. “Mom, who are they?”

“That’s not something you need to worry about.” Grace smiled at her. “Sofia, you just need to remember, whatever I do, it’s for your good.”

“Okay, I get it.” Noticing how serious her mother looked, Sofia didn’t push any further. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “So what’s the plan for tonight? Are we just going to barge in and take Alex out?”

“No way, that’s way too risky.” Grace shook her head. “If we storm in, it’s going to cause a scene. If the police get involved, we’re done.”

“And besides,” she added, “Alex still has hope for Reese. Even if we get him out, he probably won’t believe a thing we say.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” Sofia was getting anxious. “We can’t just sit around watching, right?”

“Relax, I’ve got it covered.” Grace lowered her voice as she browsed through the luxury displays. “Tonight, I’ll have someone pretend to be from building maintenance. They’ll knock on Alex’s door, say they need to check the pipes or something.

“If I can just talk to him for a minute, I’ll find a way to tell him what Reese did to Leslie.

“I’m downstairs. I’ll go with you.”

“Thanks.” Reese shook off her thoughts, grabbed her coat, and hurried downstairs.

Matthew was leaning against a black sedan. When Reese came out of the elevator, he tossed his cigarette in the trash and waved smoke away from his clothes. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be down so fast.”

Something warm stirred in Reese’s chest at his gesture. “You don’t have to do that.” Back when she was with Sebastian, he never cared whether she minded the smell of cigarettes.

“I want to.” Matthew pulled open the passenger door for her. “Secondhand smoke is bad for you.”

Forty minutes later, the car drove straight through security and into the National Security Bureau compound. They didn’t even get stopped for a check.

Reese looked over at Matthew, surprised.