The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 527:

The address the kidnappers sent to Brenna pointed to an old, abandoned chemical plant on the outskirts of northwest Shirie, a place long left to rust and rot. Military scouts had already swept through the site. It was deserted, just as expected. They moved fast, setting up surveillance in and around the area, ready to spring into action the second the kidnappers showed up with the hostage.

Meanwhile, at a private port in Shirie, a man clutching a black backpack broke into a brisk stride and scrambled onto a sleek luxury yacht. The yacht, modest yet elegant with its three decks and 140-foot length, began to drift away from the dock the moment he boarded. He carelessly flung his black backpack onto the deck and unzipped it to reveal Patrick, who was still engulfed in a deep slumber.

Jade emerged from the cabin, her expression cold. Spotting Patrick, she delivered a sharp kick to his side without a moment’s hesitation. “As soon as we hit international waters, dump him into the sea,” she said.

With a dutiful nod, the man yanked Patrick from the backpack, quickly bound him with ropes, and anchored him to the yacht’s railing. He then stuffed the empty backpack with stones, zipped it, and tossed it aside with a dismissive gesture.

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her confidence with a silent nod, the man retreated into his

enveloped the sea, the yacht became a solitary beacon on the boundless

clock struck ten. Then, she made a call. “Proceed. And if Brenna dares to show her face, don’t hesitate—shoot to kill.” Within moments, Jade slid a

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lifted his pistol, pressing the

masked her tone beneath that same harsh, mechanical rasp. Jade was well aware that Brenna wasn’t alone; she had the military watching her back. That was why every second counted; she couldn’t afford to stay on the

anticipated every angle, every surveillance tactic the military might throw at her. The route, the timing, even the signal bounce-back. She dialed the number.