Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

My CEO 284

284 Into Mexico

284 Into Mexico

(Winona)

Can't take a commercial flight. I'm carrying the ransom. I'll get to Cancun by private jet tomorrow morning.

The phone buzzes, and my stomach lurches. A call from Cass's phone.

I press accept and put the phone to my ear.

"You said tomorrow? We said tonight," the voice on the other end is cold.

"Yes," I say, my voice steady. "I'm carrying a significant amount of cash and jewelry. I can't go through commercial airport security with that. Private jet is the only option." There's a pause, then, "you're not in a position to make demands."

I'm not making demands," I reply, my voice firm. "I'm telling you what's possible. The earliest I can get there is tomorrow morning. I'll bring the ransom. You bring Cass." Another pause, and I can hear the tension in the silence. My heart races, and I force myself to breathe steadily. I can't show any fear. Not now,

"Fine," the voice says. "But don't think you can play games with us. If you try anything, if we suspect something, your sister's dead. Understand?"

"I understand," I say, swallowing the knot of fear lodged in my throat. "But I need proof that she's alive. want to see her in person before I hand anything over. "You're in no position to ask for anything."

"If it's only the ransom you want, you should have no problem bringing Cass. Or is there more than that going on? What do you really want?"

"Do you have one million in cash?"

"No. Some jewelry too. No banks open to get anymore cash. The value is there though."

"That's all we want."

"I'm not handing over anything until I know she's alive. Bring her to the drop point."

There's a long silence this time.

the voice comes back, icy and flat. "Fine. You'll see her. But if you try anything, we'll kill

my throat

us know when the flight

at the phone for a moment, my heart still

in it now. There's

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20-4 into Mexico

Cancun is a blur of nerves and adrenaline. By the time I land, my hands are sweaty, and my heart is racing. Before I leave the jet, I message them. Go to

wall for the door to be opened. When it finally is, I step outside into

just want to get out of here as soon as

meeting point is an open-air shopping center, usually full

forever. But finally, we pull into the

you? I text and I get out.

Wall

on the bench. Sit with

eyes are scanning for a bench. Then I spot her. Cass.

my throat as

grip the ransom

I say, keeping my voice low but urgent. She looks up, and relief crashes

gaunt, dark circles under her eyes. Her hair is tangled, and her

whispers, her voice

"Are you okay? What have they done

haunted eyes. "They kept me drugged, Winona. I think... I think I'm

now." I reach into my zip bag and pull out the protein bar and water I packed. "Here, take these. You need your strength." Cass

will. We'll get you home,

looking at the duffel bag. He comes closer and I stand,

not sure I

come on. Lean on me. Don't

bag on the bench, and I see the man

a taxi and I have

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