Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Sonny took the lead, heading straight for the room where Kyson and David had gone.

Before they reached the door, a deafening gunshot echoed through the corridor.

The bang was loud, almost deafening.

Panic ensued as terrified customers downstairs screamed and fled in every direction.

Sonny, realizing the gravity of the situation, quickly split his team.

Four officers would join him in rescuing Kyson while the rest managed the evacuation, ensuring the crowd’s safe exit.

As he approached the closed door, he drew his gun from the holster at his waist, loading it with precision.

With a decisive nod, one of the officers kicked the door open, revealing a chaotic scene inside.

Shattered vases littered the floor, and a fresh bullet hole marred the wall.

Sonny’s relief was palpable; the bullet had hit the vase.

His eyes scanned the room, gun at the ready until they landed on the open bathroom door.

The sight before them was startling.

Kyson, looking imposing in his ill-fitting high heels, stood over David with an air of authority.

His boxer briefs were visible beneath his short skirt, adding an odd touch to the scene.

David’s hands hung limply, dislocated and useless.

He was drenched, sitting in a bathtub filled with cold water, his face red from continuous coughing.

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The footsteps outside the bathroom door made Kyson turn around.

Dropping his feigned high-pitched voice, he greeted them with a wicked smile.

“Just in time.

Mr.

Miller here got a little too drunk and arrogant for his good.

I figured he needed a bit of sobering up.

While I was at it, I asked him about the location of the contraband.

”

Sonny stepped forward, gun still at the ready.

“Did he tell you?”

With a flourish, Kyson revealed his open palm, displaying exactly what they had been searching for.

“Satisfied?”

Sonny couldn’t hide his admiration.

“You did well.

I owe you a pack of cigarettes.

Your methods are a bit unorthodox, but you got the information, Just remember, next time, follow protocol and listen to your superiors.

”

Kyson sneered, his expression defiant.

“I’m not with the National Security Bureau.

Why should I take orders? I get results.

That’s what matters.

”

Kyson kicked off his high heels with a flourish, tossing them into the bathtub.

“You take over,” he said, turning on his heel and striding out of the room, barefoot and unbothered.

As Kyson’s figure disappeared down the hallway, Sonny found himself momentarily lost in thought.

If Kyson were a woman, he’d be one cool gal, he mused.