Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
“Monica! Are you trying to get me killed on purpose? I hate you — I swear I hate you p>
Monica’s chest tightened painfully, and she gripped herself as though she could hold her heart together. “No — I’ll choose again. I choose Jemma p>
A bitter curve formed on Kristine’s lips, barely a smile.
She must have imagined it. Monica’s desperate scream had meant nothing at all.
“Then Jemma dies,” the kidnapper said casually, lifting a knife as he began walking toward her.
𝘚𝗁𝖺𝗿𝖾 𝘆о𝘶𝗿 𝘁h𝗼𝘂𝘨𝗁t𝘀 𝘰𝗻
Terror drained every last drop of color from Jemma’s face.
Monica finally broke. She dropped to her knees, shaking, tears falling freely. “What do you want from me? Just say it. Please — stop dragging this out p>
The kidnappers exchanged a quick look. The one holding the phone spoke again, calm and cold. “Send the five million first. Once we see it, I’ll tell you what comes next.” He didn’t wait for a reply. The line went dead.
“Ms. Green, you did well.” The kidnapper gave Kristine a small nod and raised his hand in a brief salute.
Jemma’s breath caught as everything clicked into place. The three of them — they were working together.
This entire scene had been an act.
“Kristine —” Jemma whispered, staring at her back as her whole body trembled. “What are you doing p>
Kristine turned slowly, her smile faint but unmistakable. “Just stay still. This is only the beginning p>
She was going to make sure Monica remembered this moment for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, at the hotel, Colton arrived at the security office only to discover that portions of the surveillance footage had vanished. And Elyse was nowhere to be found.
“No one saw her?” Colton fixed the hotel manager with an icy, menacing stare.
The manager wiped sweat from his brow and stammered, “N-no, sir p>
A sharp crack echoed as Colton’s knuckles tightened. The manager glanced up and caught sight of his fists balled so tightly that the veins stood out in stark relief. His legs nearly gave way beneath him. “Mr. Yates, I asked everyone. No one saw Miss Lloyd leave p>
A chill crept into Colton’s voice. “I meant Kristine. Where is she p>
Flustered and pale, the manager stammered, “I’ll go ask right now!” He hurried from the room, then paused just outside the door, hesitation written across his face. Over the past few days, he had often seen Elyse alongside Colton — her face was familiar. But he couldn’t recall ever having met Kristine, or even what she looked like.
Inside the suite, Danica watched Colton’s stony expression, puzzled by his reaction. Everyone always whispered that Colton didn’t care about Kristine at all — yet his demeanor told a different story. The moment her disappearance was mentioned, a flicker of worry had broken through his cold exterior. If he truly cared about Kristine, why had he chosen Elyse over her?
She pushed the thought aside. Right now, finding Kristine was all that mattered.
“Mr. Yates,” she finally spoke up, “maybe we should let Asher know about this p>