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.

in the shadows,

vast. Even as she surveyed the

outwitted, her

curved into a cold, knowing smirk. "Do

heavy silence fell

don't we? There's history between us. This isn't random-you're after me and my daughter. I've figured it

it?"

refused to give the kidnapper even a second to breathe, backing her

her eyes fixed intently on the tense scene

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

walking into the trap, she had turned the tables, seizing

forcing Carly

splash of cold water, the heavy weight of realization sinking

denied it. "Celine, you're mistaken. I'm not

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

it. That just confirms it-you are

breath caught

cold and cutting "I've suspected you for some time,

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