The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 25

Lindsay couldn’t hold back a laugh, a bright, unrestrained sound. She transferred eighteen grand to Horace without hesitation, grinning as she declared, “That’s your bonus this month for handling our little ‘problem’.”

Horace glanced at the generous sum on his phone and let out a chuckle of his own. “Thank you, Ms. Nelson. Next time you need someone roughed up, just call me. No need to get your own hands dirty.”

“Keep up the good work.” Lindsay gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “I have to step out for a bit, so I’m leaving my husband in your care.”

“Don’t worry, Ms. Nelson. I’ll handle everything here.”

With that reassurance, Lindsay felt at ease. She tidied herself up, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

She’d barely left the house when someone started tailing her.

Lindsay drove off, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror to spot the car following her. She didn’t rush to shake them off. Instead, she took them on a wild goose chase—looping through the city from Quigley Manor, weaving a dizzying path until the cars behind her were hopelessly lost.

Next, she parked in an underground garage at a bustling shopping mall, got out, and took the stairs up. But on the third floor, she stopped and slipped behind a doorway, hiding in the shadows.

Her pursuers hurried after her, convinced she’d gone into the third-floor shops, never noticing Lindsay lurking just out of sight.

Once they’d disappeared inside, Lindsay quietly made her way down to the ground floor, slipped out of the building, and hailed a cab to her real destination.

…

That night, back at Quigley Manor.

Lindsay finally returned, her backpack bulging with all sorts of things.

Lester stared after her, deep in thought.

Behind him, Althea’s voice rang out, sharp and cold. “That woman’s drinking herbal tonics—she must be prepping her body. She’s really going to go through with IVF and have Yves' child. She wants to use the baby to claim a share of our fortune.”

Lester’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening. “Is it really worth it? Just for a slice of the inheritance—being a single mother?”

“Lester, for someone like Lindsay—an orphan—money means everything. But if she actually manages to pull this off—if she really has Yves' child, boy or girl, that kid will be a threat to your position.” Althea was visibly anxious; she’d been rattled all morning after hearing Lindsay agreed to the procedure. She’d sent bodyguards to watch Lindsay’s every move, but the woman had somehow ditched all those highly trained men.

Lester’s gaze narrowed, his voice icy. “No one is taking the CEO’s seat at Quigley Group from me. If anyone tries, I’ll make sure they disappear.”

“Exactly,” Althea said, lowering her voice as she glanced around to make sure they were alone. “Lester, this is easy to fix. Just send someone to destroy the sperm bank.”