Chapter 215:

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Kailee hastily pressed her hand over the phone’s mouthpiece. “Auntie Billie, don’t you see? This is our chance.”

“What chance?” Billie’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Leaning closer, Kailee’s voice dropped to a hush. “This is the best time to make Carrie disappear.”

Kailee noticed even Albin was overly concerned for Carrie, which only fueled her growing resentment. “If Kristopher finds out…” Billie’s voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her tone.

Kailee reassured her with a dismissive wave. “It’s irrelevant to us. Albin has no solid evidence of her abduction. If things escalate, we’ll simply claim ignorance of the severity. Besides, should the situation require a family intervention, her father is still around. Surely, he’s better suited than you?”

Billie paused, wrestling with her thoughts, then reluctantly agreed.

Kailee removed her hand from the phone. “Albin, if this is truly a family matter, her father is available. It’s not my place to step in. You might want to contact the Campbell family instead.”

Billie’s gaze drifted to the window, watching as the rain hammered relentlessly against the pane, her hand tightening around the phone.

Elsewhere, the sea was a fury of its own, the fierce gales cutting through the air.

Aboard the mid-sized yacht, Nate staggered and crashed to the deck.

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A crew member burst in, his face etched with urgency. “Mr. Crawford, we must turn back.”

Despite all their preparations, it seemed the weather had its own mocking plans.

Nate, visibly annoyed, tugged at his collar and queried, “What if we just keep going?”

The crew member responded firmly, shaking his head. “No. Beyond this point lies international waters. Without the correct documentation, we’d find ourselves in far deeper trouble.”

Nate, still sprawled on the floor, shifted his gaze to the woman before him. The ropes bound tightly around her limbs, carving deep red marks into her skin, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her response was a piercing, cold stare; her lips cracked, her cheeks bruised, adding a vulnerable, yet hauntingly beautiful aura to her appearance.

A sense of possession washed over him; she was a gem he was determined not to lose. “Veer around for the port,” he declared, pushing himself to his feet with a wobbly effort.

After a brief silence, he ordered, “Take her to the bedroom.” Leaning on the wall for support as he exited, two burly men promptly grasped Carrie, guiding her to another room.

The room was bare, its only features a plain bed and a tiny bathroom tucked away in the corner. They threw her onto the bed and exited swiftly.

Nate sat on the edge of the bed, removing his clothing with eager hands. As he moved closer, he reached for her dress. Swallowing her revulsion, Carrie forced a sweet smile. “Untie me, and I’ll handle it myself,” she murmured softly.

Nate paused, locking eyes with her briefly before a sly smirk formed on his face. “Darling, this is my one and only chance. I can’t afford anything going wrong.” As he spoke, his hands moved to her dress, tugging it aside and slipping toward her undergarments.

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