Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 190 - 150: Faye Townsend, don’t speak, be good2

Faye Townsend smiled softly, her shyness fully revealed.

Upon reaching her doorstep, Faye got out of the car, and Hunter Warren followed suit.

"I’ll be back soon to be with you all."

Faye nodded: "Mm, you should go."

Hunter kissed her on the lips before leaving.

Two hours later, in a deserted factory on the outskirts of Anchester, a bonfire blazed brightly.

Four battered and bruised men were tied by their wrists and hung from the factory’s beams.

Hunter sat with his legs crossed in front of the fire, Declan Rivers on his back right, and behind him were over a dozen men in black.

After leaving Faye’s house, Hunter didn’t go to any company; instead, he went to find Declan Rivers.

Initially, when Hunter sought out Declan about Faye being followed, Declan was somewhat panicked.

But when he heard the recording Hunter had, Declan knew he couldn’t hide it anymore.

He handed over photos of the four stalkers to Hunter.

Without a word, Hunter had Shanye gather a group of men to capture all four individuals.

To deal with thugs, one must use the methods they love most.

The principle has always been to beat first and interrogate later.

"What you just experienced was a small welcoming gift. Next, let’s discuss the main issue.

Listen carefully; cooperate, and everything will be easily dealt with.

If you choose not to cooperate... I can’t guarantee you’ll leave here alive."

Hunter raised his brow, his gaze full of menace.

"First question, who instructed you to surveil and follow Faye Townsend?"

All four, battered severely, lowered their heads without speaking.

Hunter slightly raised his left hand, signaled with his finger, and four men with clubs stepped forward and gave the four hanging guys another round of beatings.

Standing to the side, Declan’s legs were slightly trembling.

He had always heard that Second Master Warren was the most ruthless man in Anchester, with iron-clad methods that were unbelievably harsh.

Today, he realized Second Master’s infamous ruthlessness was indeed true.

"Second Master, you can’t beat them any further; otherwise, they might actually die."

Declan hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to speak.

"Such people, what’s losing three or five of them? It’s inconsequential.

If they don’t speak, I’ll send them all to see the King of Hell together."

"I’ll speak... I’ll speak, cough cough, Second Master, have mercy, I’ll talk."

The second man on the left couldn’t take it anymore and finally begged for mercy.

Hunter casually gestured, and the thug stopped his hand: "Continue beating the other three, bring this one over to me."

A few men stepped forward and dragged the thug, who could barely walk, to Hunter, pressing him down to kneel there.

Hunter curled his lips: "Speak."

"Second Master, I haven’t seen that person’s face; I only know it’s a woman."

"Seems like you haven’t been beaten enough."

"Second Master, have mercy, I wouldn’t dare lie to you. I was hired online, and we always communicated via a single phone call.

Each time, we’d... we’d put the photos in a locker at the supermarket, and then she’d get a staff member to open the locker the next day to retrieve them, and she’d wire me money through WeChat."

"Good, it seems you’re being sensible. Second question, you three, if you don’t seize this opportunity, don’t blame me if you’re beaten to death.

To what extent did you capture her activities?"

"I’ll speak."

"Second Master, I’ll speak."

"Second Master, I’ll confess."

The three scrambled to answer, and all the guards stopped their actions.

Hunter stood up and walked to the first man.

"Second Master, we worked in teams. I was responsible for capturing photos of Miss Townsend from the time she left her house to when she reached the company entrance, who she met during this period, and if there were any intimate actions, even a slight touch of the hand with a passerby had to be captured."

"I was responsible for photographing the two kids."

"I was in charge of capturing Miss Townsend’s evening whereabouts."

One by one, the three confessed, and Hunter’s gaze was filled with coldness.

A woman.

Where did this woman come from that she was so interested in Faye?

Hunter turned and looked at the first man who pleaded for mercy: "Contact that woman and tell her you’re delivering goods."

The man complied, and after obtaining the delivery address from the woman, Hunter coldly instructed the guards: "Keep a close eye on these four, I’ll send people to inform you when to release them."

"Yes, Second Master."

Hunter left the old factory with Declan, "I don’t want Faye to know about tonight’s events. You’re a smart man; you should know what to do."

"Rest assured, Second Master, I know you’re doing this for Faye; I won’t say anything unnecessary."

Hunter opened the car door, got in, and drove away.

Declan exhaled a breath; that was terrifying.

Faye was accompanying the kids playing in the ball pit in the children’s room.

Hearing the doorbell, she didn’t pay much attention.

Soon, Hunter appeared at the children’s room entrance, holding a small cake box.

Seeing it was Hunter, Faye smiled, and Miya stood up, running out first: "Uncle Hunter!"

Hunter’s strong shoulders lifted her up: "Miya, you’ve missed me, haven’t you?"

"Yeah, my brother and I both missed you, right, brother?"

Darnley stood up from the ball pit with forced calmness, curling his lips: "Who missed him, I didn’t."

"It’s okay if you didn’t miss me; I missed you." Hunter beckoned him: "Come out, I’ve brought you gifts."

Faye stood up and pulled Darnley out.

Uncle Rivers plated the cakes Hunter bought, placing them in front of Miya and Darnley.

Hunter didn’t know what little girls liked, so he bought a Barbie doll set, and to his surprise, Miya loved it.

As for Darnley, he bought him a model car.

Darnley opened the gift and took a look: "Wow, you bought a model that I need to assemble myself."

"I loved assembling models like this when I was a kid, how about it, need my help?"

"Of course not." Darnley looked at him with pride: "Such a small thing couldn’t possibly trouble me."

Hunter raised his hand and ruffled his hair, lovingly watching him as he started assembling the toy.

Faye sat beside Miya, turning to watch the father and son duo, happiness surging in her heart.

At this moment, Miya inexplicably turned around: "Uncle Hunter, we’re going to the amusement park this weekend. You should come with us."

"Miya, uncle is very busy."

Hunter shot Faye a glance: "You’re not me, how would you know I’m busy?

Miya, thank you for the invitation. Uncle will be with you this weekend."

Darnley pouted: "Will you suddenly have something come up and not accompany us again?"

"Again?" Hunter recalled promising to come over for dinner last time, only for Faye to tell him not to.

"I won’t; even if something major happens, I’ll accompany you first."

After speaking, he noticed a subtle joy flicker through Darnley’s eyes, which quickly vanished as he returned to his task.

He beckoned to Faye: "Darnley, Miya, I need to talk to your mom for a bit, can you play downstairs for a while?"

"Sure." Miya nodded with a smile.

Darnley was indifferent: "You guys might as well chat upstairs."

"Alright then, play well, we’ll be back soon."

Hunter stood up to go upstairs, and Faye shrugged and followed.

She just stepped into the bedroom, and before she could utter "what do you want to say," he had already shut the door and pinned her against it, kissing her passionately.

"Mmph..." Faye tapped his shoulder urgently, only then turning her head aside: "Hey, are you crazy? What if the kids come up?"

"They won’t; they’re playing, aren’t they?"

"You’re quite sly, using toys to distract my kids."

Hunter laughed: "What else should I do? I’m in a hurry."

"Didn’t you just this afternoon..."

"Just because I had lunch doesn’t mean I don’t need dinner."

Faye was speechless; what kind of logic was that?

"Alright, stop talking, or the kids might really come up."

Hunter locked the door, pinned her against it, and fulfilled his desires right there.

Being at home, Faye constantly reminded herself to stay alert.

But it was difficult; in front of Hunter, she always seemed to be engrossed.

Just as Hunter was about to reach satisfaction, small footsteps echoed from the door.

"Mom." Miya’s voice sounded at the door.

Faye was startled, quickly shoved Hunter away.

Hunter closed his eyes in frustration, he was almost there, this little girl certainly knew how to choose her timing.

"Oh, mommy is here, Miya." Faye calmed her breath, adjusted her dress.

She gestured to Hunter, who turned and went into the bathroom.

The door opened as Miya approached, and Faye scooped her up: "Why did you come up?"

"You and Uncle Hunter have been up here for quite a while; I wanted to play with uncle."

"I see, uncle went to the bathroom; can you wait a bit?"

"Alright, then."

Hunter soon returned from the bathroom, acting as if nothing happened, while Faye, who caught his slight glare, couldn’t help but laugh quietly.

’Wanting more but not getting it,’ today she learned from his expression.

He stepped forward and took Miya in his arms: "Miya, uncle wants to discuss something with you."

"Sure, uncle, go ahead."

"Would you like to see uncle every day?"

"Of course I would."

"Then..."

"Hunter." Faye seemed to know what Hunter was about to say and warned him with a fierce glare.

But Hunter completely ignored her warning: "Then could you put in a good word with your mom to let me stay here with you? After all, your mom and I are husband and wife; I shouldn’t be your uncle; you should call me dad.

We’re family, and should live together, don’t you think?"

"Mommy, can we?"

Faye shook her head.

"Why not?" Miya blinked her big eyes.

Hunter also said: "Yes, I’m curious why not."

Why? With Hunter’s current level of prowess.

If he stayed here, she wouldn’t even be able to stand without being torn apart at any moment.

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