My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Erica vanished Chapter 333: Erica vanished Erica sat frozen on the cold floor, her breath hitching as sobs wracked her body.

The news of her mother’s tragic death crashed over her like a tidal wave, suffocating her in a storm of grief and disbelief.

“Mom€¦” she whimpered.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, unrelenting.

Her fingers clenched into tight fists before she slammed one against the ground.

“Why?

Why did you leave me?

You promised to always be by my side.

How could you just die?” Her sorrow spilled out in a broken cry.

A man with a jagged scar on his forehead crouched beside her, his expression grim but steady.

Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders.

“Don’t cry.

We can’t change what has already happened.

No amount of tears will bring her back.” Erica’s fingers dug into the fabric of her dress as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Remember what your mother wanted for you.

She told you to leave this place, to start fresh.

Let’s go abroad.

We can leave all of this behind-begin again.

I promise I’ll protect you.” “No€¦” Her shoulders stiffened, and she pushed his arm away.

“I’m not going anywhere.

My mom is dead, and Dylan is responsible.

He should have stood by his family.

He should have chosen us.

But instead, he picked Ava-he abandoned us.

He let us suffer.” She gritted her teeth.

“The war is far from over.

I won’t leave until I make him pay.” ~~~~~~~~ Three months had passed, yet Erica remained a ghost.

Despite the relentless efforts of the cops and Dylan’s spies, she had vanished without a trace.

No leads, no sightings-nothing.

Dylan’s patience had worn dangerously thin.

With a growl of frustration, he slammed his fist onto the table.

“Three months!” he seethed, his jaw tightening.

“And we still can’t find her?

Has she disappeared into thin air?” Justin, standing stiffly before him, shifted uncomfortably.

He swallowed hard before speaking.

“We’re still looking.

“I’ll inform you the moment we get an update.” Dylan snorted, turning his head aide.

He was clearly frustrated.

Justin peeped at him, hesitating to say the words he had in his mind.

A moment later, he gathered his courage to speak up.

“The cops had to release Mr.

Blair due to a lack of evidence,” he informed carefully.

“But the incident severely damaged his reputation.

His business has taken a massive hit.

The losses are piling up.

Even if he wants to help Erica, he won’t be able to for long.” He expected this information to bring some satisfaction to Dylan, maybe ease the tension in his shoulders.

But his boss remained silent, his expression unreadable.

“The wetland project is now on hold,” he continued, treading carefully.

“The protests have intensified-just as we planned.

The latest reports suggest that the government is reconsidering its decision to develop that area.” “The wetland project,” Justin continued cautiously, “it’s now on hold.

The protest has intensified as we planned.

The latest news is that the government is considering their plan to develop that locality.

There is a strong possibility that the entire plan will be dropped.” Justin studied him intently, searching for even the slightest shift in expression.

But there was no reaction from his boss’s side.

“If the development stops, Mr.

Blair’s business will take a massive blow.

His entire empire is built around that project.

Without it, his company may collapse entirely.

He could go bankrupt.

This is our success.” Dylan listened to him quietly, but his mind was elsewhere.

He barely cared about Mr.

Blair’s sinking business or his inevitable downfall.

That wasn’t his priority.

He was more focused on finding Erica.

His facial features twisted as an idea ignited in his mind.

“There is no need to waste more resources searching for her,” he muttered.

“I’ve other plans.” Justin blinked, caught off guard.

He had expected another round of orders to intensify the search, not this.

But his boss’ next words sent a jolt of shock through him.

“Remove the guards around the house.” “What?” Justin stiffened, his spine going rigid.

“You want to remove the guard!

Isn’t that too risky?

Madam is pregnant-” “I’ll send her to her father’s place,” Dylan said.

“Station the guards there.

Make sure of her security.

But I don’t want any guard around me.” Justin stared at him, completely thrown off.

“Sir, are you serious?” he asked hesitantly.

“If Erica sees that your security is weak, she might attack you.” “That’s exactly what I want,” Dylan said sternly.

“She is hiding because she knows she can’t get past the security.

But the moment I make myself vulnerable, she’ll take action.

That will be the moment we’ll nab her.” “But, sir,” Justin warned cautiously, “you’re still recovering.

You may get hurt.” “I know the risk,” Dylan interrupted.

“And I’m willing to take it.

I won’t sit around waiting anymore.” Justin still hesitated.

The plan was bold but reckless.

The idea of Dylan walking straight into a trap-deliberately-made his skin crawl.

Dylan could see the hesitation in Justin’s tense stance.

He, however, had already made up his mind.

“Just do it, Justin,” he pressed.

“I’ll be fine.” Justin stood firm, his expression unwavering despite Dylan’s clear determination.

“I’m not comfortable removing all security around you,” he stated plainly.

“I am not confident of lifting all the security around you,” Justin said.

“We’ll keep security, but in disguise.

Some will be stationed as gardeners, while others will work inside the house as servants.

But don’t ask me to lift the security from the office.” Dylan knew arguing further was pointless-Justin wasn’t the type to back down when it came to his safety.

Even if he outright rejected the plan, Justin would still carry it out exactly as he had proposed.

“Alright,” he relented.

“Do as you please.

But make it look convincing-I want her to believe I’m vulnerable.” “Understood.

I’ll arrange it accordingly.” Dylan turned his attention to the pile of documents stacked on his desk.

Picking up a file, he flipped it open and scanned the contents.

“Any updates from Nicholas?

How is his recovery going?” “I think he is fine now,” Justin replied.

“From what I’ve gathered, the Baker Group is on the verge of complete collapse.

The acquisition process is nearly finalized.” Dylan smirked.

“That means Nicholas will finally be back.”