My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 386 Prey 

Strategist’s voice grew impatient, prompting Freya to turn and approach the car with its headlights on.

As Brisa watched Freya advance, anger boiled within her. “D*mn it! They used me as bait! I won’t let them get away with this!” She reached for her gun, but Inken stopped her.

Inken, who typically appeared frail, now looked determined. With the headlights casting their glow, he noticed the nearby houses in ruins and gun muzzles ominously protruding through shattered windows. Hence, he cautioned, “Brisa, let’s not act recklessly.”

Unbeknownst to Freya, a person with a silver mask stood behind the headlights, gleaming eerily. Despite her injured leg, she stared at that figure and limped forward. As she approached the car, a beautiful woman stepped out, holding a custom-made handcuff

Freya looked down as the woman began to handcuff her. These cuffs were noticeably heavier than. standard ones, and Freya could feel their weight. She also noticed small green dots on them that glowed faintly.

The woman warned, “Don’t try to escape. These cuffs are rigged to explode upon detecting excessive force.”

Freya met the woman’s gaze with unwavering determination and asked, “Are you Moonblade?”

However, the woman met Freya’s gaze with a hint of contempt. “What if I am?”

Freya pursed her lips and recalled that this woman had killed Melissa’s boyfriend, Benjamin.

Later, she was pushed into the backseat of a spacious modified jeep, seated beside a man in a silver mask. Then, Moonblade hopped into the vehicle and settled in the front passenger seat.

resting his arm on the car

surged. “You promised me you’d

mask, a sly smile played

failed to keep your word. Since you couldn’t keep your promise,

quickly armed herself and

down with her. She knew that if she took out Jamie and Moonblade, it might give Brisa and Inken a chance to

as the chain between her handcuffs tightened around his neck. He quickly gestured for Moonblade to hold

resolute, her eyes cold and determined. She knew taking him out would end the crisis, even if it

tightened her grip on her weapon. She couldn’t fathom why, even though he was being strangled, he

light of the handcuffs, determined to turn

anxious when she noticed

color from

defy his orders and shoot

to blood loss. Sensing her faltering hold and labored breathing, he grabbed her hand

tried to hold on, he managed to break free. He leaned back, visible marks on his neck, and

as bursts of white light blurred her vision. She gritted. her

with tranquilizers. Your

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