My Arrogant Wife's Secret Luxury Suite
Language: en
I had just driven out of the driveway when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. "Hey man, your car is blocking the exit. I'm trapped here and can't get out." I frowned, glancing at my hands on the steering wheel. I kept my tone polite. "My car? I'm literally driving right now. You must have the wrong number." The caller paused for a second. "No way. The license plate matches perfectly. A black Audi Q8. Isn't that yours? It's parked right outside the Sterling Hotel." A sudden, icy hand gripped my heart. That was Chloe's car. "Come on, man, hurry up," the caller urged, his voice taking on…