The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 195

Lindsay let out a sharp laugh. “If you’re not blind, you should have noticed I’m tied up too. Asking questions like that—aren’t you embarrassed?”

Lester’s brow furrowed. He’d barely set foot in Haven before being ambushed and dragged here. No matter what he asked their captors, all he got was dead silence.

“They’re after money, aren’t they? If they wanted us dead, they wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

“Trouble?” Lindsay scoffed. “Did it really take that much effort to capture you?”

Lester’s expression turned cold. “Is there a point to these insults? You’re in the same boat.”

“I’m not like you.”

“Oh, really? How are you any different?” Lester shot back. “All I see is someone with an attitude.”

Lindsay couldn’t be bothered to argue. She turned away, silent.

“Hey, what’s with the silent treatment?” Lester pressed when she didn’t respond.

“Are you scared?” Lindsay cut straight to the heart of it. “Still afraid of the dark? Some things never change, huh? Childhood trauma sticks around.”

“Utter nonsense!” Lester snapped, but the tension in his face betrayed him.

“Oh, please. We grew up together, remember? Don’t think I don’t know you.”

“If we’re so close, why’d you set me up? Do you have any idea what you cost me?” Lester’s voice rose with anger. “The mess you left me to clean up, I lost everything. My new company’s gone because of you.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, acting like the victim,” Lindsay shot back, her tone icy. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out you put my information up for sale on the dark web? What was it—half a million dollars for my head?”

She gave a cold laugh. “Guess I’m worth more than I thought. One move from you, and I’m suddenly worth a fortune.”

Lindsay saw right through him. He was trying to dodge the subject. She pushed anyway. “You think these people are from the dark web? Is that who grabbed us?”

“No way,” Lester said immediately. “If it was them, they’d be after you, not both of us.”

“You sound pretty sure.”

“I’ve got nothing against those people. Why would they want me?”

“Not so fast,” said Lindsay suddenly, having kept quiet until now. “Word is, there’s a bounty on you too. Two million.”

Lester paled. “Who did it? Was it Yves?” He knew how the dark web worked—if someone took that contract, he was as good as dead.

“No idea,” Lindsay replied, voice casual. “Just what I heard. Funny though, isn’t it? We all wind up in the same place. My guess? Whoever’s behind this wants us alive—at least for now. They must have other plans.”