His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 905

Late at night, at the police station.

The office was dimly lit, only illuminated by the eerie glow of a computer screen playing a video of Avery being interviewed after his release on bail.

Wayne, looking haggard and worn, stared at the screen. The ashtray beside him was overflowing with cigarette butts.

His lips were a tight line, his fingertips trembling as he dialed Avery's number.

But, to his dismay, the call wouldn't connect. Clutching his phone tightly, he felt his heart sink.

Slumping onto the couch, Wayne closed his eyes, feeling a gut-wrenching despair envelop and tear at him.

He had weathered countless storms and even had blood on his hands, but now, it felt like the darkest hour of his life.

Four agonizing days passed.

That night, Wayne received a call from the doctor in charge of his wife's care at the hospital:

"Wayne, your wife had a sudden turn for the worse tonight. Her condition is very unstable! You need to come to the hospital right away!"

"Is my wife okay?!" Wayne shot up, grabbing his coat and heading out.

"She's in the emergency room right now. We can discuss the details when you get here."

As Wayne ended the call, his hand paused on the doorknob.

He was armed, but he knew that using his weapon could bring a world of trouble, possibly even leading the police straight to his secret dealings with Avery.

The precinct's rising star, Aaron, was making a name for himself with achievements that reminded Wayne of his younger days. Given time, Aaron would surely uncover their secret.

But most importantly, Wayne couldn't afford to cross Avery!

Avery was a devil incarnate, a menace that would stop at nothing. Wayne knew he was playing with fire from the start, but he had no choice.

He needed to save his beloved wife.

So, Wayne returned to his desk, pulled a concealed blade from the drawer, and swiftly left.

...

Racing towards the hospital in his black SUV, Wayne suddenly slammed on the brakes in an empty alley, the screeching noise piercing the night.

A black sedan blocked his way, with four men in black and masks stepping out.

To prevent any escape attempt, they had stretched a chain filled with spikes across the road. Any attempt to drive through would result in instant tire blowouts!

Blood boiled in Wayne's eyes as he reversed, hitting the car behind him and sealing off any retreat.

He was trapped like an animal in a cage.

Realizing he couldn't escape his fate tonight, Wayne stepped out of the car, facing the menacing assassins. His hand reached for the blade concealed at his back.