Chapter 231:

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“Did they tie you up with ropes?” he asked, his voice colder now, his anger barely restrained.

Carrie replied nonchalantly, “The two who kidnapped me in the underground garage tied me up. If the seawater hadn’t loosened the ropes, I’d probably be at the bottom of the sea by now.”

Kristopher’s eyes darkened, a murderous glint flashing in them.

His voice dropped to a menacing calm. “I’ve already contacted the police in Byburn. There’s also a bounty on their heads—”

The bounty was specifically for the underworld.

“They won’t leave the country alive.”

Carrie didn’t respond, her exhaustion catching up to her. Her breathing evened out, and she drifted into a deep sleep.

Kristopher looked at her peaceful expression, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

He gently adjusted her position on the bed, covering her with a blanket before settling onto the sofa nearby.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Kristopher stood up, opening it before the sound could disturb Carrie.

Willow stood there with a glass of milk.

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Kristopher took it from her and said in a low voice, “When dinner is ready, don’t call me. I’ll come down myself. Carrie is asleep, so make sure no one disturbs her.”

With that, he shut the door and returned to the bedside.

Placing the milk on the nightstand, he looked at her serene face.

The night stretched on, its silence broken only by the soft glow of the moon, casting intricate shadows across the room.

Carrie stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find the bed empty.

Kristopher was gone.

She hadn’t expected him to stay anyway.

She stretched, her body languid after hours of undisturbed rest.

Her fingers reached for her phone on the nightstand, and the screen illuminated her face—it was already past eleven.

A small yawn escaped her lips as she swung her legs off the bed, the carpet’s plush fibers cushioning her bare feet.

She reached for her robe, slipping it on with practiced ease, and made her way to the door.

The hallway greeted her with silence, save for the faint tap of her steps on the hardwood floor.

Willow stood a few feet away, her attention fixed on the glow of her phone screen.

Her thumbs moved swiftly, typing out a message.

Carrie’s brows knitted together. “Willow, what are you doing here?”

The question startled Willow, and she jerked her hand, nearly dropping the device.

She turned, her face painted with a forced smile.

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