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.

somewhere in

estate was vast. Even as she surveyed the room, she couldn't spot anyone

been outwitted, her voice dripping with venom. "Celine,

lips curved into a cold, knowing smirk. "Do we

silence fell

history between us. This isn't random-you're after me and my daughter. I've figured

it?"

She refused to give the

second floor, Carly stood motionless, her eyes

this all in motion-luring Celine here, arranging the men, eager to watch her

into the trap,

she was forcing Carly to confront

heavy weight of realization sinking in. Carly's

quickly denied it. "Celine,

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

it. That just

breath caught in her

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

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