Chapter 1535:
From the back seat, Amelie’s screams pierced the air, her complexion ghostly as she gripped the seat in front, pleading, “Move! Go! Do something!”
Waiting was no longer an option.
The driver, his lips pressed tightly together, struggled to regain control of the car, but it was futile. He turned to Amelie, despair evident in his eyes. “Miss Hamilton, the car’s not responding.” They were cornered.
Their vehicle was now nudged past the guardrail, teetering on the brink. One more shove from the black sports car would send them plummeting into the ocean below.
As the car edged further over the ledge, Amelie’s heart pounded uncontrollably. Her nails dug into the leather, cracking and bleeding, but she didn’t notice. She stared at the deep, dark water.
The roar of the waves below was deafening, sending shivers through her.
Suddenly, the car behind them stopped.
The door opened, and a man stepped out.
He was dressed in a striped shirt and well-tailored trousers that accentuated his long, straight legs.
Upon seeing the man, a deep frown formed on Amelie’s face.
Her eyes darted around, searching for someone else. But Nate was nowhere in sight. “Why are you here?”
Maddox took a moment to light a cigarette, drawing deeply before exhaling a plume of smoke. His deep voice broke the tension. “You should be thankful I’m the one here. Had it been Nate, you’d already be at the bottom of the sea.”
Amelie dismissed his remark and asked directly, “Where is Nate?”
Raising an eyebrow, Maddox’s gaze carried a hint of sarcasm. “You might want to hope Corrine is alright.”
𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗆
A chill swept through Amelie at his words.
She had a sinking feeling about Nate’s possible whereabouts.
Meanwhile, aboard a cargo ship, Corrine was treated like mere merchandise. She was shoved into a cramped, airless compartment.
With a hood over her head, she couldn’t see anything, only hearing faint cries in the distance.
The room appeared to contain other captives as well.
Silently, she fiddled with the rope that bound her wrists, careful not to attract attention.
Then, the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder.
The heavy door swung open, and a man stepped inside, swiftly removing the hood from Corrine’s head.
He gave her a long, assessing look before turning to the man beside him and speaking in Soliborian. “She’s a rare one,” he said.
The second man nodded, his eyes fixed on her face. “With skin like that? She’ll fetch a high price.”
Corrine observed the two men standing before her. Their skin was tanned, their eyes red and weary, and a faint scent of marijuana lingered in the air, giving them the appearance of shady characters straight out of a crime drama.
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