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With a shrug, the man lifted his glass for a sip of whiskey. Then, a thought struck him, and he remarked, “I'm
Baxter Cutter. Just callCutter, like everyone else does.”
Elyse couldn't stop herself from throwing up once more. “You really know how to kill the mood,” Baxter
commented, his distaste evident. He took another sip of wine and asked, “Isn't it sad? You were almost free, yet
here you are stuck withon this boat. Don’t you worry you might never see hagain?”
Patting her chest, Elyse scoffed, “Almost free? You've had your eye on kidnappingright from the start. Even
during the so-called rescue, you knew | wouldn't be ransomed, didn’t you? This was all part of your plan.”
A spark of amusement lit Baxter's eyes as he looked at her playfully and inquired, “Oh, so you figured out early
on that we had no intention of letting you go?”
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Sarcasm twinkled in Elyse’s gaze as she countered, “While I'm still puzzled why you also had to abduct Mabel,
it’s clear you all cout ahead. Didn't you also con five million dollars from her?”
Baxter wagged his finger and corrected her, “You've got it wrong. That five million wasn’t conned; it was a
commission for a job she hired us to do.”
“Commission?” Elyse’s demeanor shifted to one of seriousness, her voice tinged with a growing tension. “Who
exactly are you guys?”
Observing Elyse’s facade of calm crumble, Baxter chuckled joyously and lifted his glass for another sip. “You
don’t need to know who we are just yet. When we reach our destination, you'll find out exactly where your new
hwill be.”
Baxter refilled his glass and raised it in a mock toast to Elyse. “Welcto hell, Ms. Lloyd.”
Elyse’s eyes widened in fear, and she bit her lip so hard she didn’t even notice when it started bleeding. Perhaps
it was the sheer terror that made her unaware of the pain.
Baxter still intended to converse with Elyse, but a commotion at the door interrupted him. His face tensed
slightly. Setting his glass down, he walked towards the door.
Elyse recoiled, too frightened to even glance towards the disturbance.
When Baxter opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of his own men sprawled across the floor while
several stern-looking bodyguards glared at him.
His eyelids twitched. It was a clear sign of alarm. Baxter, accustomed to constant threats, immediately
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“Hey guys, why don’t we sit down and talk this out? There's no problem that can’t be resolved, right?” Baxter
suggested.
“Oh? What exactly do you want to discuss? Are you going to tellabout how you kidnapped my wife? How you
plan to take her to the infamous Marsey Island to auction her off to your pervert clients?” Jayden had a smile on
his face, an unsettling mix of gentleness and menace.
Baxter was familiar with Jayden, having investigated him prior to their meeting. Jayden, now disabled, had lost
the use of his legs. “How did a disabled man manage to find him?” Baxter wondered, his expression turning
grim. They had been so discreet that even the police had failed to locate them. How had Jayden succeeded?
Lost in his thoughts, Baxter underestimated Jayden, unaware of the danger Jayden currently posed. “Looking for
your wife? | know where she is. Letshow you.”
Outnumbered, Baxter was forced on the defensive. He opened the door, gently lifted Elyse, and carried her
outside. “Mr. Owen, here is your wife. She’s unharmed. I've treated her well,” Baxter declared, while a sinister
smile crept across his face as he pressed a dagger to Elyse’s chin.
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