Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679 The Babies

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Ayla sensed that something was wrong, a shadow of unease she couldn’t shake. She dialed Troy’s number without hesitating.

He picked up almost instantly.

“I miss the babies,” Ayla said, her voice gentle but direct. “Can you send me a video of them today?”

Troy’s reply was rough and weary, his voice hoarse as if he’d spent the night awake or was burning with a fever.

“Alright, I’ll send it to you,” he muttered.

He paused, sounding drained. “Just give me a minute. I’m a little wiped out right now.”

Ayla pressed, “Where’s the nanny? She can send it, if you’re busy.”

It should have been a harmless question, but it landed like a slap. Troy snapped, “Why can’t I take the videos myself? I want to be a good dad-take care of them, send you the videos. Why do you have to question everything I do?”

Ayla’s patience wore thin. “Troy, what is wrong with you? How did I provoke you this time?”

Troy let out a long, frustrated breath. “Just wait for my video. Don’t ask anyone else.”

He hung up, and his expression darkened as he stared at the person kneeling before him-the one who had been giving a report.

Ayla’s call had interrupted, but Troy had already heard what he needed to hear.

He couldn’t process it.

When the report was finally over, Troy sat frozen for several seconds, his face a mask of shock. Then, rage twisted his features, and his eyes filled with a cold, killing light. His jaw clenched so hard it sent a jolt of pain through his skull.

“Zheron?” he spat. “Draven!”

His voice was so frigid, it made the air in the room go still. Even his subordinates shrank back, terrified by the fury simmering in his

tone.

Troy hadn’t slept a wink, but at least now he had a lead-he’d traced the trail back to Zheron.

If it was Zheron, it had to involve Draven.

Troy’s instincts screamed the answer before the facts confirmed it.

If he were in Draven’s shoes, he would have done the exact same thing. But the reality was, he wasn’t Draven

Their positions were nothing alike.

The truth was brutal: Draven had taken his children.

Months of silence hadn’t meant Draven didn’t care. It meant he was biding his time for this blow.

Draven-how dare you do this to me?

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Chapter 679 The Babies

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Troy’s mind spun with fury. He swore to himself that he would find his children, no matter what it took. When he finally tracked down the arrogant bastard, he’d make sure Draven paid for it-a lesson he’d never forget.

He never imagined it would be Draven who would challenge him like this.

Now, everything was spiraling out of Troy’s control.

Those children were his only leverage, his last hope for getting Ayla back. Everything hinged on them.

With his enemies holding the kids, the balance had shifted in a blink.

The news was so devastating, Troy could hardly breathe.

How had things gone so wrong?

How could Draven dare to steal his children?

Since childhood, Draven had wanted to take everything from him. Now, he’d even taken the kids.

If Draven didn’t exist, Troy’s life would have been so much happier. The mere fact of Draven’s existence was enough to torment him endlessly.

Draven always claimed he wasn’t competing, but some people’s very presence was a provocation.

And now, Draven had gone so far as to steal his children-his children, who had nothing to do with Draven, and yet Draven had the nerve to take them? And he really did it!

Max, too, must have been driven mad by fury-every nerve in his body struck, pure anger roaring through him.

But the truth was, this wasn’t even about Ayla anymore. This was about his rivalry with Draven, the battle that had always existed between them.

If Troy lived in a world without consequences, he’d do whatever it took to erase Draven from existence.

His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. In a sudden burst, he swung at the flower arrangement by his side, sending glass and petals crashing to the floor. The vase shattered, and the entire villa fell silent, everyone frozen in fear.

“Go to Zheron, Find them for me!” he barked,

Ayla had less than five days left on her trip. If Troy could find Draven and get the kids back before she returned, nothing would change.

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