Chapter 339 How Stupid!

Claire thought she could reach out to Elizabeth as a final lifeline. But now, even that faint hope flickered as her eyes fell on her dead cell phone.

Rising to her feet, she scanned the basement once more. There was an electrical outlet. Yet, without a charging cable, her phone remained a lifeless brick in her hand. A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

She murmured, "No wonder Frederick didn't even bother to take my phone.

"It all made sense now. He probably knew beforehand that

I wouldn't be able to charge it down here. Sooner or later, it would die, leaving me utterly cut off.

"Well, he's the almighty Frederick.

"The General Hawthorne who is in charge of the entire Kingstown Security Department. He faces terrorists on the battlefield without flinching.

"How could he not have foreseen this when he locked me in the

basement?"

"Clai, is something wrong?"

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Antony's voice broke through her thoughts. He had noticed her

distress from across the way, where he was imprisoned on the

opposite side of the basement.

you bring your phone here? Did Frederick confiscate your

as she remembered that Antony might still have

I've got my phone with me, and Frederick didn't take it away. Do you need to

a nod, Antony reached into his

it to

any longer. With the situation as dire as it was, the sooner she could get in touch with Elizabeth, the better her chances of altering their grim circumstances. Fortunately,

to extricate

"Alright," Antony agreed.

pass the phone to

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The distance between them was considerable, with an open

gap that separated Claire and Antony

in an attempt to bridge the gap between them. But despite their efforts, the phone remained just

minutes, both of them were breathless and still no closer to

"Just throw it! Throw

ground."

replied. "Just tell me who you need to call. I'll dial the number and put it on speaker. That

space where they were both held captive as he weighed the risks. He worried that if he attempted to throw the phone, it might bounce off the iron fence across from them, landing

nodded in agreement, feeling that this

they only

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began reciting the number. But before she could fish, Antony stopped

She froze. "What?!"

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