Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 93 Only the Dead Don't Speak

Chapter 93 Only the Dead Don't Speak

Stella moved her body slightly and slowly woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the

figure on the balcony.

The soreness in her waist reminded her of how crazy he had been just now.

Her beautiful face was a little shy, and even the tips of her ears turned red. She pursed her lips and

chuckled, but then felt strange. Although he would usually pester her to have sex, he was quite rational,

at least he wouldn't ask for it suddenly like he did just now, with such force that it almost felt like he was

rubbing her into his bones.

Stella tried to get up gently, wanting to hug him from behind.

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, the pain between her legs almost caused her to fall flat on

her face.

"Are you okay?"

Liam quickly reached out to hold her.

Stella was stunned. Then he pulled her into his arms, and she met his gentle and deep gaze.

Liam smiled and put her on the bed, rubbing her hair. "You don't sleep in the middle of the night. Were

you trying to sneak attack me from behind?"

"No." Stella clenched her fist and punched him. The two of them played around for a while, and then

Liam suddenly fixed his gaze on her.

Her skin was fair, and a slight rub would leave a red mark.

And he had been...

Liam's gaze became somewhat ambiguous as he lightly lifted her long hair. "Wear something that

covers your neck tomorrow."

It took Stella a while to come back to her senses. She felt shy and embarrassed, and buried her face in

his chest, punching it hard with her fists.

"Stop!" He laughed. "Your strength is like tickling. Do you want me to lose control again?"

"Liam, you..." Her eyes widened. "You're so bad!"

"So what?"

"If you continue to be this bad, be careful I'll dump you!"

It was originally an unintentional joke, but when Stella turned to look at him, she suddenly noticed that

his eyes had dimmed.

Her heart tightened. "Darling... what's wrong with you?"

He had a calm but gloomy and depressed expression, not saying a word.

"I was just joking!" Stella timidly looked at him. "How could I dump you?"

"What if I lied to you?" His voice turned slightly cold. "Would you leave me?"

Stella was momentarily speechless.

The eerie silence was like an invisible wall between them. Stella vaguely felt that the person in front of

her seemed particularly unreal.

She felt somewhat uneasy in her heart.

She was very nervous, and an inexplicable chill climbed up her spine.

Suddenly, Liam smiled and touched her head like usual. "It's okay. I was just joking too."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He said word by word, "Remember, I won't lie to you, never."

Stella nodded obediently, leaning against his bare chest and listening to the familiar sound of his

heartbeat. Only then did the uneasiness in her heart slowly fade away.

He was usually not one to joke around, but he took everything very seriously.

It seemed like she couldn't play this kind of joke with him anymore in the future.

She smiled, feeling a hint of sweetness in her heart. She closed her eyes in his embrace and soon fell

into a deep sleep.

......

Liam stayed up and guarded her all night, unable to sleep. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Just as dawn was approaching, his phone suddenly lit up with a picture sent by Oliver.

In the photo, several men in black were acting suspiciously, and the street in the background was near

the small apartment they were renting.

He suddenly became alert, quickly got up, and went to the balcony to make a phone call.

"What's going on?"

"It was sent by my subordinate." Oliver whispered, "Noah, it seems these people have been following

Stella for many days!"

Liam narrowed his eyes, a fierce light flashing in his gaze.

"Are they sent by my Uncle Christopher?"

"You can say that." Oliver snorted and said, "I've investigated. They are Eric's people."

"What the hell does he want?"

"He's probably eager to claim the credit in front of your Uncle Christopher. After all, Christopher used to

firmly believe that you were in Bramore!"

Liam's face darkened slightly. A moment later, he sneered.

"Since he wants to do a meritorious deed for the Martinez family, it doesn't matter who he does it for."

"Huh? Noah, what do you mean?"

"Go and find him with your men."

Liam lowered her voice and said something on the phone.

......

Eric was thrown into a room, tightly bound.

At first, he was still shouting, but later his mouth was gagged, and his head was covered with a sack,

rendering him completely immobile.

With a thud, he fell heavily, and his head throbbed in pain.

Only then did someone take off the sack and tear off the tape from his mouth.

Just as he was about to curse, he suddenly met a pair of mocking and teasing charming eyes.

"Mr. Wilson?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Smith!"

Eric's mind went blank instantly, and he was unable to figure out when he had offended this young

master after a long while.

He looked around. There was a group of bodyguards in black with expressionless and serious faces,

so he swallowed all the questions he wanted to ask.

"Mr. Smith." Oliver squatted in front of him and took out a stack of photos from his suit pocket. "Do you

recognize these?"

Eric had a look, and those were all photos of his men tracking Stella!

"I... I really don't know what's going on! Heh, Mr. Wilson, did Miss Taylor get into trouble?"

"Don't you know whether she's in trouble or not?" Oliver slapped his face hard with the photos.

Eric panicked and immediately knelt, begging for mercy.

"Mr. Wilson, I really don't know what's going on! My relationship with Miss Taylor is purely professional.

She is a very capable person, and our previous collaborations were very pleasant..."

Oliver looked at him disdainfully, knowing that he was spouting nonsense.

"Eric, let me make it clear to you. You have been sending people to track Stella all this time just to find

out Liam's identity, right?"

A sense of impending doom came upon Eric. He stuttered and was unable to speak.

"Heh, you guessed it right... That's Noah! Mr. Noah Martinez!"

Oliver said word by word while gritting his teeth and then revealed a sinister smile.

Eric was scared out of his wits.

He never expected that he was the clown, thinking that he was spying on others in the dark, but he had

already been monitored.

Oliver took out a dagger. The dim environment made the dagger gleam with a chilling light, sending

shivers down one's spine. Shortly after, he took out a revolver, and the sound of bullets being loaded

was unusually crisp in this place.

Eric retreated step by step, his hands supporting himself on the concrete ground, his eyes filled with

horror.

"Mr. Wilson..."

"Noah said," Oliver chuckled. "Since someone is so eager to uncover his identity, let's just send that

person back to his hometown. Because in this world, only dead people can't talk!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the gun against Eric's head!

Eric wetted his pants in horror and screamed loudly.

Oliver then pressed the dagger against his neck.

"If I use a bullet, you'll die a quick death. If I use a knife to stab you again and again... I'll enjoy it!"

"I wonder which way you think is better, Mr. Smith."

"Or," Oliver sneered. "Should I make a call right now and ask Mr. Christopher Martinez how he wants

you to die?"