Chapter 322 She''s UnharmedThis is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    With a shrug, the man lifted his ss for a sip of whiskey. Then, a thought struck him, and he remarked, "I''m Baxter Cutter. Just call me Cutter, like everyone else does."


    Elyse couldn''t stop herself from throwing up once more.


    "You really know how to kill the mood," Baxter mented, his distaste evident. He took another sip of wine and asked, "Isn''t it sad? You were almost free, yet here you are, stuck with me on this boat. Don''t you worry you might never see home again?"


    Patting her chest, Elyse scoffed, "Almost free? You''ve had your eye on kidnapping me right from the start. Even during the so-called rescue, you knew I wouldn''t be ransomed, didn''t you? This was all part of your n."


    A spark of amusement lit Baxter''s eyes as he looked at her yfully and inquired, "Oh, so you figured out early on that we had no intention of letting you go?"


    Sarcasm twinkled in Elyse''s gaze as she countered, "While I''m still puzzled why you also had to abduct Mabel, it''s clear you all came out ahead. Didn''t you also con five million dors from her?"


    Baxter wagged his finger and corrected her, "You''ve got it wrong. That five million wasn''t conned; it was a mission for a job she hired us to do."


    "mission..." Elyse''s demeanor shifted to one of seriousness, her voice tinged with a growing tension. "Who exactly are you guys?"


    Observing Elyse''s facade of calm crumble, Baxter chuckled joyously and lifted his ss for another sip.


    "You don''t need to know who we are just yet. When we reach our destination, you''ll find out Baxter refilled his ss and raised it in a mock toast to Elyse. "Wele to hell, Ms. Lloyd." Elyse''s eyes widened in fear, and she bit her lip so hard she didn''t even notice when it started bleeding. Perhaps it was the sheer terror that made her unaware of the pain.


    Baxter still intended to converse with Elyse, but a motion at the door interrupted him. His face tensed slightly. Setting his ss down, he walked towards the door.


    Elyse recoiled, too frightened to even nce towards the disturbance.


    When Baxter opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of his own men, sprawled across the floor, while several stern-looking bodyguards red at him.


    His eyelids twitched. It was a clear sign of rm. Baxter, ustomed to constant threats, immediately understood that these newers were here for him as well as for Elyse.


    "Hey, guys, why don''t we sit down and talk this out? There''s no problem that can''t be resolved, right?" Baxter suggested.


    "Oh? What exactly do you want to discuss? Are you going to tell me about how you kidnapped my wife? How you n to take her to the infamous Marsey Ind to auction her off to your pervert clients?"


    Jayden had a smile on his face, an unsettling mix of gentleness and


    Baxter was familiar with Jayden, having investigated him prior to their meeting. Jayden, now disabled, had lost the use of his legs.


    How did a disabled man manage to find him? Baxter wondered, his expression turning grim. They had been so discreet that even the police had failed to locate them. How had Jayden seeded? Lost in his thoughts, Baxter underestimated Jayden, unaware of the danger Jayden currently posed.


    "Looking for your wife? I know where she is. Let me show you."


    Outnumbered, Baxter was forced on the defensive. He opened the door, gently lifted Elyse, and carried her outside.


    "Mr. Owen, here is your wife. She''s unharmed. I''ve treated her well," Baxter dered, while a sinister smile crept across his face as he pressed a dagger to Elyse''s chin.