The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 194

“Shut that jinxed mouth of yours,” Yves shot Cheryl an exasperated glare, clearly annoyed.

“Okay, okay! I take it back!” Cheryl tapped her lips with her fingers, as if to ward off bad luck. “Forget I said anything. She probably just went out for a stroll.”

“Check the security cameras.” Yves rubbed his forehead, troubled and distracted.

Cheryl nodded and hurried off.

She made up a story about losing something to convince the guards to let her review the surveillance footage, and they were more than willing to help.

After about half an hour of searching, she finally found something. Cheryl wasted no time and called Yves with the results.

“Yves, the cameras caught Lindsay being led to a car by an old man. Judging by her state, she’d definitely been drugged.”

Yves closed his eyes, drained. Just as he’d feared—one by one, the people around him were being targeted. It was obvious: he was the real mark.

“Mobilize everyone. Keep tracking Lindsay’s location.”

Cheryl nodded. She hesitated, wanting to offer some comfort, but the words died before they left her lips.

What good were hollow reassurances now?

***

Elsewhere, Lindsay was dragged into a dark, musty cellar.

Her hands and ankles were tightly bound. All around her, she heard the faint, scuttling sounds of rodents—or maybe cockroaches—skittering across the damp floor.

The darkness was absolute; she couldn’t see even her own hand in front of her face.

Whoever had brought her here had long since vanished, leaving her alone for what felt like ages—until a crackling speaker overhead finally broke the silence.

“Well, hello there, beautiful lady.” The man was clumsy, his accent thick—clearly not a native speaker.

Lindsay called out, “Why did you bring me here? Do you want money?”

Lindsay laughed lightly. “Well, as your pawn, don’t I deserve to know how I’ll be earning my keep?”

“Don’t worry—you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Your partner will be here any minute. He’s worth even more than you.”

Lindsay blinked in confusion. A partner? Someone else posted on the dark web? If her bounty was eight million, this mystery man must be worth ten…

Half an hour later, the cellar door scraped open, letting in a sliver of weak light. Lindsay squinted—and instantly recognized the man they dragged in.

It was Lester. The sight of him was so unexpected, Lindsay almost laughed out loud.

Well, looks like karma caught up with you, too.

Lester seemed just as stunned to see her, but he said nothing until their captors left. Only then did he turn to Lindsay.

“What is this place? And how the hell did you end up here?”