Chapter 736
Chapter 736:
“I’m sleepy. I want to sleep.” Summoning her acting skills, Candice feigned a yawn, delicately covering her head with his suit jacket and closing her eyes. “Please, stay quiet. I am asleep.”
Milton, left speechless by her response, contemplated her elusive nature. Candice possessed a talent for masquerading as an innocent troublemaker, adept at feigning ignorance.
Milton had no intention of troubling her further. He resolved to confront the issue once they emerged from the confined space of the cold storage.
Without further inquiry, he enfolded Candice in his arms, ensuring the wool insulation blanket cocooned them both. Their close proximity provided warmth in the chilly surroundings.
Gently turning his head, Milton planted a tender kiss on Candice’s forehead. He had skillfully diverted her attention, engaging her in conversation to alleviate her fears. Now, nestled against him, she curled up peacefully, her tremors abating. Milton’s efforts had effectively prevented Candice from succumbing to her post-traumatic stress disorder, freeing him from worry for the night.
Contented, he closed his eyes, joining her in slumber.
Some time had passed, and the distant shrill whistle of a police car permeated through the thick iron door.
Candice’s eyes snapped open at the sound. She nudged Milton urgently. “Listen, the police car is approaching.”
Unmoved, Milton calmly replied, “Yes. Perhaps someone stumbled upon the unconscious gangster and alerted the authorities. His demeanor and actions raised suspicions. We can provide the police with a comprehensive account once we are free. We will definitely send Cathy to prison. She poses a significant threat.”
“Did you also deduce that it was Cathy?” inquired Candice.
“Indeed, I overheard your conversation on the phone.” Milton playfully pinched her cheeks and responded, “No matter how clever you may be, risking your life repeatedly is unwise. If I hadn’t arrived in the nick of time tonight, the consequences would have been unimaginable.”
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“Got it. I never expected Cathy to be so malevolent, daring to take lives without remorse. I had always regarded her as nothing more than an arrogant girl who bullied her classmates during our time in middle school. You know what? Ten years ago, she conspired with Alta and Kori to trap me in the cold storage, and you were also imprisoned alongside me throughout that dreadful night. I never anticipated her cruelty to be so severe,” she murmured, her brow furrowing in consternation.
Milton remained silent, his eyes narrowing with steely determination. In truth, he had already uncovered the truth, which was precisely why he had set his sights on acquiring Warren Building Materials. He vowed to hold accountable anyone who had inflicted harm upon Candice.
Just as the tension between them grew palpable, the sudden beep of a dying phone broke the silence.
“Oh no. You forgot to turn off the flashlight on your phone. Now it’s completely drained,” Candice exclaimed. In the ensuing darkness, she fumbled for Milton’s phone, its scorching temperature a stark reminder of its depleted power.
“Perhaps we should attempt to make some noise by striking the door with an object. Maybe the authorities will notice and come to our aid.” As she made a move to stand up, Milton firmly grasped her arm, pulling her back down.
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