Chapter 313

"She's not fucking dead, right?" the man cursed.

His fellow mercenary, who had been standing nearby, frowned. "Seriously? We said to clean her up, not kill her, and this is what you did?"

The man who had jumped in after Jacqueline replied through chattering teeth, "You should've smelled her from the start, alright? She stank. I couldn't take it, so I took it upon myself to dunk her in the sea.

"How was I supposed to know that the damn woman couldn't swim? Talk about useless. I can't believe I had to jump in after her. Fuck, I'm freezing. Get her to a doctor and make sure she doesn't die. I'm going to change out of my clothes."

"Fine. Hurry it up. Boss is going to blow if you're not here when he shows up." "Yeah, I got it."

...

It took three hours before Jacqueline finally showed signs of consciousness.

As her awareness gradually sharpened, she took the time to examine her surroundings.

She was confined to a small, dark room that was very similar to the room back on the ship.

could feel that they were on the move and deduced that she was probably stuffed in a car. Judging by her current predicament, it was likely that she was in the

a thick blanket wrapped around her. It seemed that her captors were worried that

the blanket, wrapping her arms around herself. Her shoulders

had had a miserable

heiress. Even though she wasn't given a mirror, she could already tell that she

grew tired, she leaned

had an actual blanket around her, her sopping wet clothes still chilled her to the bone. It was so cold

the truck was heading to Rivertown, which meant she'd be able to

Jacqueline was then yanked out

that she recognized

been here in the past but had never been allowed entry. None were able to enter without Stephen's explicit permission;

mean

judgment day had

was thrown into a

heater nor sunlight in the basement. There was only a dank

long, Lawrence came striding

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