The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 197

Lindsay didn’t reach out her hand. Instead, her voice was cold and detached. “You managed to drag me back here, and you’re telling me you don’t know who I am? Don’t you already know my name?”

“You’re certainly straightforward.” Arthur let out a laugh. “You’re not even bothering to pretend with me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll just take action right now?”

“If you wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you. Clearly, you brought me here for something else,” Lindsay replied.

“Smart girl. No wonder he’s been pining after you all these years.”

He? Pining after me?

Suspicion flickered through Lindsay’s eyes. “Who?”

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“I’ve set up a guest room for you. Go get some rest.”

Lindsay didn’t move. She kept her gaze locked on Arthur. “You brought me here to use me against Yves, didn’t you?”

Then what was the point of taking Lester?

Arthur clicked his tongue and flicked her forehead lightly. “Why are you so clever? Sometimes, being too smart will get you killed.”

“So is this about money or power?” Lindsay pressed.

“What if I said neither?”

“Oh? So it’s really about my life, then?”

A wild grin spread across Arthur’s face. He suddenly leaned in, his deep blue eyes unreadable. “If that’s true, shouldn’t you be terrified right now?”

“Not at all.” Lindsay answered without hesitation. If she were scared, she wouldn’t have let herself be taken so easily.

She had her own plan.

Arthur’s hand gripped her chin, studying her with a critical eye. “Besides having a sharp tongue, what’s so special about you? Why is he so obsessed?”

Lindsay met his gaze, unflinching. “Once you figure it out, you’ll be hooked too.”

There was a rap at the study door. Only after Arthur called out did it open.

“Boss, Yves' people have already started looking into us. We can move forward with the plan,” Hans reported. He was less fluid than Arthur’s.

Arthur nodded. “No rush. Even if Yves traces this back to me, so what? He still doesn’t know where I live.”

“This is Haven, not Skyrim. I picked this place for a reason.”

As the saying goes, a local fox is hard to outfox on his own turf.

Hans asked, “What about Lester?”

“Didn’t Cheryl post a two-million bounty on the dark web? Message her—tell her to wire the money,” Arthur instructed.

Hans hesitated. “Cheryl’s so stingy. You really think she’s going to part with two million?”

“I don’t care about the money,” Arthur replied. “I want Cheryl to know: my people took her job. She gets to decide—do we return him in one piece, or make sure there’s nothing left to find?”