Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 637
Oh no! This man was unhinged!
Fear finally crept into Zayden. He was certain this unpredictable man was capable of anything.
“Back off!” Zayden mustered enough strength to utter the command to his team.
The burly bodyguards reluctantly holstered their guns, keeping a wary eye on Theodore. They retreated to their vehicles, moving
the cars they had formed a barrier with, creating a path for their exit.
Black vehicles were stationed in a perimeter, their occupants, Zayden’s men, ever watchful, keeping their eyes glued to
Theodore’s every gesture.
Eventually, Theodore let go of Zayden. He tossed his gun nonchalantly to Horace, who caught it smoothly. Without a beat,
Horace had the gun pointed back at Zayden, never allowing a moment’s laxity.
“Get your men to stand down,” Theodore demanded coldly, cleaning his hands on a handkerchief. Disgust flickered in his
furrowed brow. He cast a sideways glance at Zayden, then tossed the handkerchief on the ground. “If Ariana suffers even a
scratch, you’ll be in for a world of pain.”
Freed from Theodore’s grip, Zayden clutched at his leg, sliding down to the ground in agony. His face was a pallid mask of
humiliation and pain, all previous haughtiness evaporated. He shot a furious glare at Theodore. “You’ve lost your damn mind! If
you hurt me over some woman, you’ll never touch the Fredrick fortune.”
Theodore’s frown deepened. He didn’t even deign to glance Zayden’s way as he uttered frostily, “Three.”

Hearing the countdown commence again, a shudder ran through Zayden. He had just suffered a humiliating defeat, even when
the odds were in his favor. Now, he was utterly defenseless against Theodore.
In fear of this lunatic truly ending his life, he rushed to retrieve his phone and dial his contact at the manor.
“The number you have dialed is currently unavailable—”
The cool, robotic voice of a woman echoed from the phone. Zayden made numerous attempts but couldn’t connect. It finally
dawned on him that these people, seasoned in illicit activities, always rigged signal jammers near their operation sites.
As Zayden relayed this to Theodore, the latter’s face contorted in fury. He drove his foot onto Zayden’s wounded leg.
“Fuck off!” Lying on the ground, Zayden screamed, “I really can’t reach them! But it’s not too late. We haven’t been at this for
long, there’s still time to stop them! If you keep torturing me, it’ll be too late!”
Theodore’s expression eased, and he lifted his foot. Simultaneously, he flashed Horace a signal with his eyes.
Getting the message, Horace hoisted the battered Zayden, dumping him into the car.
Slamming the door shut, he hit the accelerator, the car roaring towards the manor.
In the Blue Night Manor, Ariana clutched her phone, attempting to get a signal. She experimented with different angles and
heights, scouring every corner of the room, but to no avail.
Her heart sank, and a vague suspicion crept into her mind.

Even if the signal at the power room was poor, it seemed unlikely that she couldn’t even make emergency calls. The men outside
must have been hired by someone, perhaps equipped with a signal jamming device.
“Bitch, open the door quickly,” their voices penetrated the door, accompanied by crude and menacing words. “We can make you
happy. Otherwise, when we come in, you won’t be able to afford it!”