Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband-Chapter 291: Next Stop

"Millie... I think we need to escape. Check how much money we have in the offshore account."

Millie froze. The offshore account was not something to take lightly. That account had been painstakingly built over the years, filled with siphoned funds from various people and projects. It was their safety net, their last resort—the one account they hadn’t dared touch, even when Aiden had cut off their resources.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table as she turned to Charles. "Why?" she asked cautiously. "We’re safe here. This safe house is secure. No one knows where we are. Why do we need to check the account?"

Charles didn’t answer right away. Instead, he simply lifted a hand and pointed to the television. The urgency in his silence sent a chill through her, and she turned toward the screen, her stomach twisting with unease.

The news broadcast showed a house engulfed in flames, the remnants of a brutal explosion still smoldering. The footage was shaky, taken from a distance, but the sheer destruction was unmistakable. At first, Millie didn’t understand what she was looking at—just another tragic accident, another unfortunate disaster. But then, the address flashed across the bottom of the screen, and all the air rushed from her lungs.

That was where Kimberlee had been hiding.

Her body went rigid as she read the headline: Suspected Gas Leak Leads to Fatal House Explosion.

But Millie knew better. This wasn’t an accident. It couldn’t be.

She turned back to Charles, her throat suddenly dry. "This isn’t a coincidence, is it?"

His expression was grim. "No. And we’re probably next."

"Is Kimberlee dead?" Millie asked almost fearfully.

Charles shook his head. "Most likely not. If she had been, Colonel Brown would already be at our door. This isn’t over—not yet. This just means Dale Brown has probably found his way to them. They must have tried to turn the tables on him, maybe even attempted to take him out—but he escaped."

Millie swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists. "How can you be so sure?" she demanded, though a flicker of desperate hope clung to her words. "Maybe he did go inside and die in the explosion." If Dale Brown was dead, then maybe—just maybe—they still had a chance.

Charles let out a quiet sigh and shook his head again. "No. If they had succeeded, his death would be all over the news by now. They’d be celebrating internally while crying big tears in front of everyone while also claiming everything they could in the aftermath. But they haven’t. That means one of two things—either Kimberlee is in his grasp, or she managed to escape. Either way, the fact that he went after her at all tells us something even worse—Williama’s plan to use Ella as a diversion, to misguide him and frame Aiden as the real culprit, has most likely failed."

Millie’s stomach twisted. Everything was unraveling too fast. "So... we should escape now?" she asked hesitantly. "Where do you think we should go? I’ll book the flights."

Charles didn’t hesitate. "Now is not the time to book flights or take public transport. That would be plain stupidity. Dale probably has someone keeping an eye on every things. We’re leaving the country by car. That’s why I told you to buy that car."

Millie blinked as realization dawned on her. A few days ago, Charles had given her an unusual task—to purchase a vehicle from a complete stranger, a young neighbor she barely knew. At the time, the plan had felt excessive, even paranoid, but she had done as he asked. She had approached the man with a desperate story, claiming she was trying to escape from an abusive partner and couldn’t risk using any known contacts for help. She had offered him an inflated price, more than double the car’s worth, on one condition—once she found a safe place, she would send the car back, and he could keep both the vehicle and the money.

Of course, the young man had agreed. Who wouldn’t? A beautiful woman in distress, an easy payday, and no apparent risks. He had even sworn to keep their transaction a secret.

At the time, Millie had thought it was just an extra layer of caution. Now, she realized it had been a lifeline. She exhaled slowly, nodding. "Alright. I’ll get everything ready."

Charles gave a curt nod, already moving toward the small duffel bag in the corner of the room. "Good. We leave in fifteen minutes. And Millie—pack only the essentials and the cash. We don’t need anything else. No extra baggage. And hand me the bank card. I’ll keep it safe."

Millie froze mid-motion, her fingers tightening around the shirt she had been folding. Her eyes flicked toward him, sharp and calculating. Give him the bank card? Just like that?

A slow wave of unease settled in her chest. She had been around Charles long enough to know he was as trustworthy as a snake. Knowing him, at the first sign of real danger, he might disappear so that she would wake up one morning to find him gone, taking every last dollar with him.

She forced herself to keep her expression neutral and turned back to packing the bag.. And when Charles turned his back, she reached beneath the mattress, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of a hidden blade.

Silently, she slipped it into her bag, followed by a small handgun she had stashed in the drawer weeks ago—just in case. She wouldn’t be caught off guard. Not by Charles. Not by anyone.

Her heart pounded as she zipped up the bag, keeping her voice calm when she finally spoke. "I’m ready. Here is the card."

Charles gave her a look then and without thinking too carefully, slipped the bank card into his pocket. What he could not have imagined was that she would hand him a fake bank card or that she was already planning to get rid of him so that she would be able to latch onto someone younger. After all, she was still quite young and did not need to remain by an old man’s side while he fled for his life.

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