It was another virtual number.

These numbers could be generated in seconds, each tied to a different IP address completely untraceable.

The kidnapper was calling.

Celine answered. "Hello."

A distorted, mechanical voice crackled through the line. "Celine, have you arrived?"

Her grip on the phone tightened. "I'm here."

"Good. You must have met the men I prepared for you tonight. Be a good girl and serve them well."

Celine let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Oh, I'm being very obedient. In fact, I'm taking great care of them."

"Liar! You never served them-you fought back!"

Celine's eyes flicked up, her gaze cutting through the private winery like a sharp blade. "You're here, aren't you?"

She had said it to lure the kidnapper out—and it worked.

hiding somewhere in the shadows, observing her

vast. Even as she

realized she had been outwitted, her voice dripping

a cold, knowing smirk. "Do

silence

There's history between us. This isn't

it?"

She refused to give the kidnapper

stood motionless, her eyes fixed intently on the tense

the one to set this all in motion-luring Celine here, arranging

trap, she

she was forcing Carly to

the heavy weight of realization sinking in. Carly's breath

denied it. "Celine, you're mistaken.

an eyebrow. "Really? You didn't even bother asking

That just

caught in her

the phone, her tone cold and cutting "I've suspected you for some time, Carly in all of Kinthorne, you're the only one with

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