Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1521

Emmy remained unhurried. "I told you, I'm still considering it."

Disappointment and a hint of contempt flooded Mercedes's eyes. "Emmy, you really are a coward who clings to life. Your husband is risking his neck, playing a dangerous game as bait inside that hellhole! And you? You don't even have the guts to take a single step in that direction! I used to think you and James were a perfectly matched power couple, but now I see that a selfish person like you doesn't deserve him at all!" After spitting out her vicious insults, Mercedes stormed off in a rage.

Emmy sat entirely still, not even her eyelashes fluttering. Mercedes's pathetic attempts at provocation couldn't ripple her calm. Her inaction these past few days wasn't born of fear. She was simply waiting.

The screen of the phone resting on the coffee table suddenly lit up with a chime. Emmy picked it up immediately. It was a brief text from her head of security. [Ms. Lincoln, all personnel and tactical equipment are fully assembled.]

Emmy finally stood up, her eyes devoid of hesitation, replaced by a ruthless, decisive resolve. She turned to Nina behind her and gave the order. "We move out!"

Because of her pregnancy, she couldn't withstand the violent turbulence of a helicopter. Escorted by dozens of elite bodyguards, she boarded a bulletproof convoy that sped all the way to the airport. From there, she boarded a private jet and flew through the night, landing in a country neighboring Nelia. Upon landing, a heavily armed convoy was already waiting to escort her directly across the border and into the war scorched land. Just as the vehicles were about to enter Nelia's actual control zone, Emmy pulled out her phone and texted Mercedes.

By evening, the blood red sunset cast an even more desolate glow over the ruined landscape. The convoy finally came to a halt in front of a bullet riddled building, the only hotel in Nelia still barely operating. Surrounded by heavy security, Emmy walked into her hotel room. She lay down on the worn sofa to rest for a moment but found sleep impossible. Even with the doors and windows tightly shut, the ceaseless roar of artillery fire in the distance hammered against her heart like muffled thunder. The sky above occasionally shrieked as missiles tore through the night, trailing long tails of sparks.

Unable to stop tossing and turning, Emmy threw on a coat, pushed open the door, and stepped outside. The hotel's top floor had a massive terrace, where the wind hit her face, thick with the sharp scent of gunpowder. She walked to the bullet scarred railing and gazed at the horizon, which flickered crimson with the relentless shelling. This was her first time truly experiencing a warzone. The scenes from their drive earlier flashed through her mind, the half destroyed remnants of buildings, the charred vehicles abandoned by the roadside, and the waves of displaced refugees clutching their children with numb, hollow eyes. Life here was cheaper than dirt. With complex emotions churning inside her, she gripped the freezing railing until her knuckles turned white. James used to weave through storms of bullets regularly. Were the hellscapes he had seen even more horrific than this? She looked up at the night sky, torn apart by war, silently praying for his safety.

The night wind grew colder, piercing through her thin coat. Emmy sighed and was just about to turn back to her room. But the moment she turned around, a tall figure walked out from the corner of the terrace. Emmy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide with sheer shock. She never expected to run into someone completely unimaginable in a place like this.