Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1317

James pointed at Sylvia, her face pale and strained from the way the attacker held her. His voice was cool, almost mocking.

“This one? She’s not Steve’s girlfriend. Actually, she’s the last person Steve would ever trust. If anyone here wants Steve dead, it’s her.”

The guy holding Sylvia just spat back at him, not buying a word.

“Yeah, right. If she hates him so much, then why’s she glued to his side day and night?”

James just shrugged, his face all smug like he thought the guy was hopelessly naive.

“Well, that’s simple. She’s hoping for the same thing you are… to watch Steve die far away from home.”

He paused for effect, locking eyes with the man and lowering his voice a little.

“If you don’t believe me, check her right pocket. There’s a bottle of concentrated neurotoxin in there. She’s been trying to get close to Steve to inject him with it. No struggle, no mess… just a nice, easy death. Because once Steve’s gone, she gets her revenge. Really, her endgame is just like yours.”

Every word made sense. The logic was airtight. Even Sylvia, hearing James spin this wild story, felt herself wavering for a split second. She still had no idea what he was up to, but she caught on quick and looked visibly freaked out, like her darkest secret had just been dragged into the light.

The madness in the attacker’s eyes started to fade, replaced by doubt. Paranoia was basically human nature. He stared back and forth at James and Sylvia. What if the woman wasn’t here to help Steve at all but wanted him dead just as much? Suddenly, threatening Steve with her as a hostage seemed like a really stupid move.

His grip on the detonator loosened. His hand inched, almost automatically, toward Sylvia’s right pocket.

And in that split-second, James didn’t hesitate.

There was a loud pop. James’ hand came up fast, his finger squeezing the trigger. The bullet whistled through the air and hit the attacker right in the middle of the forehead. The man dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, not even making a sound.

Before the body could hit the ground and take Sylvia with it, James rushed forward, catching her and grabbing the attacker’s wrist at the same time, just in case some last twitch might pull the wire. He shouted at the bomb squad, who were still frozen with shock.

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