The moment the door slammed shut, the car lurched forward, speeding away.

Miley was squeezed between two burly men in the backseat.

She fought back a few times, but it was ultimately in vain.

“Who are you people? This is kidnapping!”

The man in the passenger seat didn’t even turn around.

His voice was flat.

“We’re just following orders.

Cooperate, and you won’t be hurt.

Miley scowled, darting a glance at the men flanking her.

She knew arguing was pointless.

She didn’t lose hope, however.

would notice

had to find

the cityscape shrink as the car

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what felt like hours before finally pulling

men bundled Miley out and onto a

a while, the yacht sputtered to a stop

warily, suspicion blooming

manor occupied about a fifth of the island

the yacht and

through the grand gates, Miley spotted a woman seated

in her sixties, her pale hair styled impeccably with just a single, elegant

an emerald necklace, and a simple bracelet completing the picture of

to place the

she’d never

cup on the

off and

a chair, she

hope you don’t mind

standing, her gaze fixed on

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