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Jonathan scoffed dismissively. “You’re really going to extremes for a man.”
For some inexplicable reason, Corrine thought she detected a trace of jealousy in his voice.
She studied Jonathan carefully, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, “I trust you.”
Her words were simple, yet they seemed to provoke a turbulent reaction within him. His fingers tightened around the ring. When he met her eyes, the look he gave her was sharp and unreadable.
He let out a low, mocking laugh, his voice chilling. “Anyone can utter pleasant words.”
Especially when someone like her needed something from him.
“You can choose what to believe,” Corrine said as she rose from her seat and walked out of the cabin.
As the evening progressed, the sun dipped below the horizon, ushering in the night.
Just then, Corrine’s phone rang.
She looked down to check who was calling.
When she saw Nate’s number flash on the screen, her reflexes kicked in, and she quickly pressed the answer button. “Hello?”
There was a brief silence on the other end, punctuated only by faint breathing sounds, as though the phone was not directly beside the speaker.
“Hello? Nate, are you there?” Her fingers wrapped tighter around the phone.
“Can you hear me?”
Before she could get another word out, the line went dead.
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Corrine’s face darkened with worry, and her hand tightened around the phone.
Then, the phone rang once more. This time, the caller ID displayed Lone Ranger’s name.
“I managed to trace Nate’s signal,” he said without preamble. “There’s good news and bad news. We’ve locked onto the island he’s on, but the signal is weak, and it’s dropping fast.”
Corrine didn’t answer right away. Her silence dragged on as her nails dug into her palm, each passing second testing her control.
Noticing her quiet, Lone Ranger tried to reassure her. “Don’t worry too much. It might just be that his phone signal is being blocked.”
“I understand,” Corrine replied, her voice hoarse with barely suppressed distress. “But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.”
Lone Ranger’s voice held a note of caution. “Corrine, the Independent Continent is off-limits to any of us.”
The Independent Continent stood apart from all nations. It was a sovereign entity, self-regulated by its own strict laws. To violate these rules meant facing severe consequences.
Corrine’s reply was vague, a simple acknowledgment in a detached tone, before she ended the call.
She looked up at the night sky. Stars scattered across the darkness, but they seemed unable to lighten the somber loneliness of the crescent moon above. What could Nate possibly be doing right now?
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