Chapter 1251
Chapter 1251:
The direct drive to Wellden would take two hours—far too long to feel acceptable. She pressed down on the accelerator and sped into the night, her eyes flicking between the road and the glowing marker on her phone. Each mile made the anxiety gnaw deeper.
“Rupert, please be safe p>
At last, her headlights swept across the destination. She pulled up to a dense forest, dark and lifeless, with no sign of anyone nearby. Her heart hammered as she parked and hurried toward the trees.
Near the entrance, she found Rupert’s phone discarded on the ground, its dim screen casting a faint glow.
Annabel picked it up, scanned the shadows around her, and called out cautiously, “Rupert… Rupert p>
Only silence answered.
Frowning, Annabel weighed her next move. With Rupert’s phone in her hand, she was certain he had to be nearby. But she also knew that wandering through the forest blindly would be pointless. She decided to return to the car and think.
When she climbed back into the driver’s seat, she opened her palm and looked down at Rupert’s phone resting there. Her brows knitted tightly as she stared at it, her mind racing through possibilities.
If Rupert wasn’t on Wellden, then why was his phone here? The last ferry from Wellden left at eight o’clock, and if someone planned to take Rupert away, the earliest they could do it would be the next day.
Michelle.
Michelle’s name flashed through Annabel’s mind, suspicion twisting into certainty. Rupert had come to Douburgh to rescue Michelle. If he vanished afterward, then Michelle was the most likely person to have been with him last. And with Rupert’s cautious nature, it was hard to believe anyone could easily get the upper hand on him. Everything pointed back to Michelle—tangled deep in whatever was happening.
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Michelle had originally planned to use Rupert’s exhaustion to her advantage, but his stubborn resilience had ruined her chances again and again. Her impatience grew—not only because he resisted, but because she feared that any further delay would make Annabel suspicious.
Since nothing was going according to plan, Michelle decided to seize the moment and take him back to France immediately. A private jet was already nearby, prepared to depart at a moment’s notice.
The bodyguards, fully aware of their role, averted their eyes and chose to ignore everything unfolding in front of them. Michelle hadn’t even truly begun, and already there was no turning back.
Michelle paused. She rose from her seat and casually draped a sweater over herself. In a detached tone, she ordered, “You two, come here and tie Rupert up. Once dawn breaks in an hour, we’ll leave for France right away p>
“Let me go! Let me go!” Rupert struggled, his hands bound tightly behind his back. Two burly bodyguards held him on either side, keeping him firmly under control.
“Rupert, stop fighting,” Michelle said, her voice softening. A smile lingered on her lips, masking a trace of mischief. Her slightly pointed canines showed as she spoke, giving her an almost impish look. “Listen to me and come back to France with me. We can be together. Don’t you see p>
Rupert stared at her, utterly bewildered. He couldn’t understand how she had become so obsessed. “Michelle, you’re Calvert’s daughter, and I’m friends with your p>