Chapter 205:

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Ruby’s mind raced. “Fans…” She remembered the group of suspicious people lingering outside the building when she arrived. As soon as she arrived, those people had left.

Although she hadn’t seen them do anything suspicious, something definitely felt off.

Ruby’s heart tightened. “Something’s definitely not right. I’m going to check the surveillance footage; Carrie might be in danger.”

The car screeched to a halt at an abandoned dock, surrounded by tangled weeds and crumbling infrastructure. A rusted surveillance camera, long defunct, hung crookedly from its post, its lens obscured by a massive wasp nest. In stark contrast to the decay, a brand-new yacht gleamed along the shore, pristine and out of place.

Carrie was yanked out of the car by her captors and dragged onto the yacht.

Compared to the Norris family’s opulent custom vessels, this yacht was modest—small, functional, and likely priced at no more than a million. It could accommodate ten people for an overnight stay, but it lacked the grandeur she was accustomed to.

Carrie had already ruled out one of her suspicions: that this was an act of revenge from the families of the Foxfire County thugs.

As the yacht’s engine roared to life and it began to glide away from the dock, Carrie’s heart sank. The shoreline grew smaller, swallowed by the expanse of open water.

Her mind raced. Would anyone even know where to find her? Her captors had planned meticulously. Out here in the vast ocean, rescue seemed like an impossible dream.

She was hauled into the lounge, where Nate reclined casually on an ostentatious leather sofa. His bright floral shirt was a jarring contrast to the polished, gentlemanly appearance he’d once presented.

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Nate’s face lit up with a smug smile as he greeted her.

“Carrie, we meet again.”

Carrie’s expression was stoic, her eyes hard as steel.

Unperturbed by her silence, Nate stood and sauntered toward her. “Really? Not surprised to see me? You’re more clever than I thought.”

His gaze drifted over her sleeveless dress, lingering too long. He reached out to trace his fingers along her bare arm. “Of course, without that clever little brain of yours, how could you have wormed your way into the Norris family?”

Carrie shuddered involuntarily, repulsion clawing at her insides.

Noticing the faint marks left by the ropes on her arms, Nate chuckled darkly. “So delicate. Even a loose tie leaves bruises.”

His fingers pressed into the tender skin, as if reveling in the thought of leaving his mark.

Carrie didn’t struggle. She knew it would be futile against her captors’ iron grip. Instead, she fixed Nate with a glacial glare, her silence more defiant than any words could have been.

Nate tilted his head, amused. “Ah, I forgot—you can’t speak.” He yanked the towel from her mouth, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned closer, brushing his thumb over her dry, cracked lips. “Such a small mouth. I wonder how you’ll—”

Carrie jerked her head to the side, dodging his touch with a sharp glare.

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