My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner-Chapter 408: Obtuse Michelle

Anastasia had intended to capture Mr. Steven alone, but Tracie had made her promise to bring her along on every mission. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Tracie thought she was on the verge of losing her mind—especially after she’d confessed to how she’d killed Mr. Russell. The look Tracie had given her then had been unmistakable, as if she were staring at a complete maniac.

Anastasia shook her head as she entered the hospital. It was still bustling with a few people.

"His office is on the fifth floor," said Anastasia.

Since Mr. Steven’s office was on one of the highest floors, knocking him unconscious and dragging him through the hospital would be too risky—they’d get caught no matter what. Instead, they decided to monitor him until his shift ended. The moment he stepped out of the hospital, they would strike. Timing was everything. They had to be quick and precise, ensuring no one would suspect a thing. The plan was simple: knock him out, get him into the car, and disappear before anyone could notice he was missing.

They took the elevator and arrived at the fifth floor.

However, as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they sighted someone familiar passing by. Thankfully, the person didn’t stop to look at them as they froze stiffly there.

Tracie and Anastasia stepped out from the elevator, as they watched Michelle heading towards Mr. Steven’s office.

"What is she doing here?" Tracie asked, glaring at Michelle’s back. It’s been a long time since she’d seen the latter, and looking at her now tempted her to abduct her along with Mr. Steven.

"I have no idea," Anastasia mumbled.

Since this was the highest floor, less people were walking on this floor compared to the first and second floors. They watched as Michelle entered and instantly, they stepped towards the office.

There were cameras stationed almost everywhere, so they simply made it look like they were taking a walk around the floor.

"We won’t be able to hear anything they’re talking about, so I’ll be using this," said Tracie, a tiny microphone in her palm.

Tracie pretended to be tying the knot around her shoes and swung the device through the tiny gap underneath the door.

She gave Anastasia an earpiece and they wore it.

Inside, Michelle took a seat across from Mr. Steven. The man was stunned at first because he could recognize seeing her a few times in the past. But what could she be doing in his office, by this time of the night?

"I’m sure you’re surprised to see me," said Michelle, twirling a few strands of her hair in her hands. "We’ve never actually had any personal meetings so I completely understand. I’m here to request something from you," she finished.

"And what’s that?" Mr. Steven asked. He’d just finished a risky surgery that lasted for two hours for one of his patients, and he was planning on resting a bit before returning to his family for the night.

"I want a drug that can help me get pregnant easily if you know what I mean." Her request earned her a raised brow from the man, confused on why she would be requesting such a thing, unless....

"You want to get pregnant for Xander," he stated.

A grin stretched on Michelle’s lips as she nodded her head.

"You see, we’ve been together for a while now and he always uses protection whenever we do it. However, there’s a high chance that he might be snatched away from me by someone. So, I want to get pregnant for him so he never leaves me."

Anastasia and Tracie who were behind the door glanced at each other from across the door and couldn’t help but sigh. Anastasia had always known that Michelle was obtuse but she never thought her case would be this severe.

Getting pregnant for the man who’d kidnapped her, who was also into sex trafficking, seemed like a case that needed to be taken to court or a mental hospital as soon as possible

"So you want tablets to get yourself pregnant sooner," Mr. Steven concluded and Michelle nodded.

"I’ll convince him to stop using protection and trick him into thinking that those pills are birth control pills," she said.

"In that case, I have several recommendations..."

"Is she crazy or has she lost it?" Tracie couldn’t help but wonder out loud.

"It seems to me she and Samantha want to have Xander’s love," Anastasia said, wondering if Michelle’s visit to the hospital had anything to do with why Xander and Samantha have been very quiet lately.

"Since you’re looking for someone who knows the ins and outs of Xander’s work, isn’t Michelle the best option?" Tracie asked and immediately, Anastasia shook her head.

"Not at all. Michelle is merely a pawn for Xander—a pretty face to warm his bed and lure in new clients. I doubt she knows anything useful to me," she replied, her voice laced with indifference.

Just then, the door swung open, and Michelle stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the pristine floor. Her gaze briefly flickered toward them, but with their masks concealing half their faces, she didn’t recognize them. Without a second glance, she continued on her way, completely unaware of who stood before her.

It wasn’t long after, the lights illuminating Mr. Steven’s office turned off, signaling he was calling it a night.

He opened the door and locked it right behind him, his suit jacket in his hands as he strode away.

The two women split up with Anastasia trailing behind Mr. Steven with silent steps while Tracie searched for the little device she’d slipped in earlier.

Thankfully, the device didn’t go far off and she was able to reach it by stretching her middle finger further in.

When she was done, she took the elevator and came down, and that was when she found Mr. Steven already on the ground. Anastasia had already knocked him off and he was sprawled on the ground, deep in slumber.