Chapter 392

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Collin’s eyes burned with fury, his murderous intent unmistakable. “Where is Linsey?” His voice was ice-cold, terrifying enough to send chills down her spine. “If you don’t talk, you die.”
Fear flooded Fernanda’s eyes. Looking at the sheer rage in Collin’s expression, she finally understood—he would kill her without hesitation.
Panicked, she thrashed against his grip and blurted, “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything!”
Collin loosened his hold just enough for her to speak.
“She’s… She’s in lounge 3093 upstairs…”
The moment the words left her lips, Collin released her and rushed off without a second glance. Fernanda collapsed to the floor, clutching her bruised throat, tears streaking down her face.
Collin… He was a demon in human form.
She watched him and his men disappear, the suffocating pressure of his presence still lingering in the air.
Collin and his team reached the lounge and kicked the door open without hesitation. “Linsey!”
The moment they stormed inside, a thick, overpowering fragrance filled the air.
Collin’s expression darkened. The scent—it had an aphrodisiac effect. Realization struck him like lightning. No wonder Fernanda had said those things.
Linsey had been drugged. This was a setup.
His chest tightened with panic.
Pushing forward, he scanned the room and immediately froze. A large, stark bloodstain near the sofa caught his eye.
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His heart pounded violently.
“Linsey!”
His frantic voice echoed through the room as his gaze darted around in desperation.
The fear clawing at his chest was unbearable.
A faint sound came from one direction. Collin turned sharply and rushed toward the bathroom. There, huddled in the corner, was Linsey.
“Linsey!” His breath hitched, his heart squeezing at the sight of her. He strode over and crouched beside her, his gaze locked onto her trembling form.
Blood—too much blood. Her clothes were stained with it, and worse, fresh crimson still dripped from her hand, clenched tightly around the handle of a knife.
A metallic tang filled the air, sending a wave of dread through him. His fingers trembled as he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.
The moment she felt his touch, Linsey flinched violently.
“Let go of me! Don’t touch me!” Her voice was raw, laced with terror, her entire body shrinking instinctively.
Collin felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing into his throat. He sucked in a breath, then spoke, his voice gentle yet firm. “Linsey, it’s me. I’m here.”
Upon hearing this, Linsey, who had been fighting so desperately, suddenly froze.
Slowly, she lifted her head, her red, tear-filled eyes locking onto his. “Collin?” She hesitated, her gaze dazed, as if she couldn’t trust what she was seeing.
But the moment reality sank in, she let the knife slip from her fingers and threw herself into Collin’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
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