No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 472

The sound made Robert instinctively flinch backward. His eyes, slightly clouded with age, darted in the direction of the noise.

Dressed head to toe in black, with a stormy expression on his face, Ian advanced towards him. It was only then that Robert realized Ian had played him.

In a calm, measured tone, Robert said, "You've got the wrong guy. I'm not this 'Ford' you're looking for."

Ian's lips curled into a sinister sneer as he approached Robert and yanked off the mask concealing his face, revealing features that bore an uncanny resemblance to someone familiar. His eyes, dark and profound, fixed upon the unmasked visage as a chilling, gravelly voice emanated from his throat. "Ford, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you behind this little charade?"

With a swift kick to Robert's stomach, Ian sent him reeling back several yards before he slammed against a pillar, coughing up blood.

Ian's aura was like that of a man encased in ice, emitting a chill that took one's breath away. The thought of this man ruining his wedding celebration and nearly causing the death of Clara and their child made the malevolence within Ian surge.

He strode over to Robert, planted his boot on his neck, and demanded in a frosty tone, "Talk. What really happened in that fire all those years ago?"

Robert struggled for breath, his face turning a shade of crimson, yet his jaw was clenched tight, a clear sign that he would rather die than spill his secrets.