Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1223

Dylan's pupils contracted, his entire being radiating menace.

"Ian!!"

Ian's expression was eerily calm, his voice cold to the point of indifference.

"Think carefully before you answer. I told you, I've got no patience, if Maja is dead, none of you will live to see another day."

The moment these words left his lips, the place fell into an eerie silence.

A couple of vehicles screeched to a halt behind Ian's car, out of which stepped Fitch, Beck, and a handful of professionally trained bodyguards.

Fitch, taking in the scene before him, hurried to defuse the situation, "Ian, cool your jets."

But Ian was past listening to anyone, his gaze fixed on Judith.

"Where's Maja?"

Dylan was getting anxious. Anyone else spouting such madness might be joking, but if it was Ian, he was deadly serious.

If Maja was dead, no one present would be left breathing.

Ian seemed to have lost his mind.

"Judith, tell him where Maja is. Stop messing around. Nobody can save you if you don't tell him."

Judith's shoulders had been shot through—bullet holes on each side. The pain was so intense she wanted to scream.

But the dark barrel of a gun was aimed at her temple, as if she would be shot dead for uttering one more nonsense.

"Dylan, save me! Beck. I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Dylan took a deep breath, trying to calm her down, "Did you take Maja?"

Judith couldn't hide the truth anymore, her trembling finger pointing towards a nearby location.

"She's in the basement, she's in the basement. Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Seeing her like this, Dylan felt a pang of discomfort and a flicker of hatred swam in his eyes.

He was going to make Ian pay.

Ian didn't let her off. Instead, he grabbed her by the collar and dragged her towards the direction she had pointed.

In all her life, Judith had never been treated like this. Her clothes was scuffed on the ground, which cause her much pain.