Connor's fingers clenched until his knuckles turned pale. Veins popped out on his arm. "I won't choose."

Claire's voice turned icy. "If you don't choose, they both die."

She pulled out a small remote control and pressed a button. Instantly, a holographic projection appeared, showing a private yacht. The camera zoomed in slowly, revealing two figures lying on the deck. It was Chloe and Diana.

Connor's heart pounded. He took a few steps forward, finally seeing them clearly. They were still in their daytime clothes, lying motionless with their eyes closed, like lifeless dolls.

Connor's eyes reddened. He looked like a lion about to pounce. "What have you done to them?"

Despite all the precautions, it was useless. Even he told Pax to keep an eye on Chloe, never leaving her side, Claire had still found a way.

Chloe were in Claire's grip, like fish on a chopping block,

on the ocean, bobbing

hesitate, it might be too late to save them, even if you do

storm. His face was hidden in the shadows, but anger flushed his cheeks, giving

struggled to keep his emotions in check. "Why are you doing this to me? For twenty-eight years, you've tormented me every second, wishing for my death. What did I do to make you

smile faded,

darkening. Suddenly, she

the same. They had forced her to strip and perform an opera. That humiliation, the

ve

only

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