Chapter 583
Chapter 583:
Ethan, seething with anger, turned to Edward.
“You should come for me, not Brenna. I orchestrated Jade’s death. Let her go; this has nothing to do with her p>
Edward’s face remained expressionless, showing no trace of grief. Though Jade was his daughter, to him, she was merely one among many—her death insignificant.
Yet, her failure had tarnished his reputation. She had represented him in dealings with Ethan and Brenna, only to be defeated and killed by them. That humiliation was intolerable.
“Take them away,” Edward commanded as he rose slowly, preparing to leave.
The men in black raised their rifles and fired into the air, sending the crowd into a screaming panic.
Fortunately, these men—hardened but calculating—aimed only to intimidate. Murdering anyone in public would bring unwanted heat from the authorities and rival factions.
Ethan and Brenna were roughly forced into a waiting vehicle. The moment they were inside, both were struck unconscious.
When they eventually awoke, the hoods still covered their heads, and an eerie silence enveloped them. They could feel a gentle but distinct swaying.
Ethan’s instincts kicked in. They were likely aboard a ship.
“Brenna, Brenna!” he called out, gently sweeping his leg around the space to locate her.
Brenna stirred, wincing as a sharp ache pulsed through her neck.
“I’m here. I’m okay,” she said softly.
The soft whisper of waves caressing the ship’s hull echoed in Brenna’s ears, a melodic reminder that she was indeed aboard a vessel. She tuned into the stillness, acutely aware of the silence that wrapped around her. Was she truly alone here?
Her fingers grazed the bracelet on her wrist, a custom creation she had designed for emergencies. Half of it was a slender metal tube, cleverly concealing an eight-centimeter steel needle. The other half formed a chain, artfully designed to unfurl into a sharp wire with a gentle tug.
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It was her lifeline—a hidden weapon for moments just like this. With resolve hardening within her, she prepared to use the needle to unlock her handcuffs. Just then, approaching footsteps echoed nearby. She froze instantly, halting all movement to avoid being detected.
In a flash, the black hood was yanked from her head. Harsh sunlight streamed through a tall glass window, forcing her to squint until her eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness.
Edward sat leisurely on a sofa, the light casting his face in shadow. He silently observed Brenna and Ethan with a cold, unreadable gaze.
Standing beside him was a young woman with a striking figure. Brenna’s gaze drifted upward and her heart skipped a beat when she recognized her.
Rosie.