The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 179

Cheryl froze for a moment, realization dawning on her. “It was Lester, wasn’t it?”

Yves countered, “What do you think?”

“He does seem like the most likely suspect, but… what if he killed the wrong person?”

“Then bury the body and move on.”

Cheryl sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s… brutal.”

Yves fixed her with a level stare, not a hint of humor in his eyes. “Should I bury him, or bury you?”

Cheryl straightened up immediately. “He definitely deserves it! I’ll even dig the grave myself.”

“Go downstairs. Keep an eye on Lindsay,” Yves instructed.

Cheryl grinned. “Does Lindsay really need my protection? Honestly, I think she should be looking out for me.”

Yves raised an eyebrow. “You have a problem with my orders?”

“Not at all! I’ll head down right now. If any guy so much as looks at her, I’ll kick him across the room.”

Yves waved her off.

Cheryl hurried downstairs to find Lindsay. Lester hadn’t arrived yet.

“Lindsay.” Cheryl walked over.

Lindsay looked up, surprised. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

“I told you before, it’s my company. I don’t have to show up if I don’t want to.” Cheryl placed a hand on Lindsay’s shoulder, her expression turning serious. “Did you know? Your file just got put back up on the dark web—with a bounty of eight million.”

“You know Yves pretty well.” Cheryl leaned in, grinning. “Horace tried to break into the secret room and I was the one who stopped him. I was disguised as a maid. He totally underestimated me—a woman, of all things—and ended up flat on his face.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened. “I always assumed one of the Quigley bodyguards caught him.”

“Yves barely had time to wake up before he sent me here,” Cheryl chattered on. “You were busy taking care of him, so you didn’t notice me lurking around. I was in disguise, anyway, so of course you didn’t recognize me.”

Lindsay suddenly frowned. “You and Yves… you don’t act like friends. You’re more like his subordinate.” She was starting to suspect Yves and Cheryl were hiding something from her—what friend drops everything to rush over, especially for something dangerous?

Every time Cheryl showed up, it felt like she was following Yves' orders.

Cheryl looked a little sheepish, rubbing her nose and avoiding Lindsay’s gaze.

She quickly changed the topic. “What’s taking Lester so long? I was hoping for a little entertainment. Don’t tell me he got snatched off the street on his way here.”