The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 867

Ferris's fingers stopped tapping. He leveled a profound, piercing look at Grant. Grant stood up and offered a respectful bow. "You have my word. I will drag that rat out of the shadows."

The atmosphere in the room grew suffocatingly dense, and a heavy dread settled in my chest. A lethal predator was stalking me, someone cunning and invisible. Flushing an assassin out into the open was a monumental task. I knew exactly what Grant was implying—he planned to use himself as bait to force their hand. It was practically a suicide mission.

"Keep yourself alive," Ferris ordered, his dark eyes locked onto Grant, his tone gravelly and uncompromising.

"Don't worry, Boss. I've survived worse," Grant laughed, a gritty, unbothered sound.

With that, he turned and left the apartment. Ferris saw him out. The moment the front door clicked shut, Ferris marched straight toward the hallway. Before I could dart out of sight, he reached out and hauled me against his chest, wrapping his arms securely around me.

The embrace was almost bruising in its intensity, radiating an overwhelming sense of urgency and fear. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and slightly erratic against my skin. It took effort just to wiggle my arms free enough to hug him back. "Theodore again?" I asked softly.

The question was redundant. I had already heard the horrific truth: Theodore had made that final call, terrorizing Maxwell until jumping down a flight of stairs seemed like the only viable option.