My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 206

Chapter 206:

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Nate chuckled, lowering his hand. “Still full of fire, I see.” His tone shifted, becoming mocking. “You’re not holding out hope that Kristopher will save you, are you?”

Carrie said nothing, her eyes narrowing.

Nate smirked. “If Kristopher truly cared, don’t you think he would’ve sent someone to protect you the moment your name hit the headlines? The Norris family has no shortage of resources—bodyguards, detectives, you name it.”

“Even if he doesn’t care about me, for the sake of the Norris family’s reputation and the company’s stock price, he will send someone to rescue me.”

Carrie’s mind reeled. Nate’s words stung, but she steeled herself.

Even if Kristopher didn’t care about her, the Norris family’s reputation and financial stakes were at risk. Surely, they’d act to preserve those.

Nate chuckled softly.

He turned to his henchmen, pulling two thick bundles of cash from his pocket and handing them to them. “Good work. You can leave now. Take the lifeboat to Byburn and catch a ride from there.”

The duo accepted the money with gratitude, their expressions alight with relief.

Once they were gone, Nate turned back to Carrie, his smile darkening.

“Do you believe in luck, Carrie?” he began. “Because mine seems incredible. First, you stumble into trouble with those thugs in Foxfire County. Now, Asher’s fanatics have made you a target online. Everyone knows his fans have been doxxing you. Even if Kristopher finds you, how can he prove I had anything to do with this?”

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Carrie’s blood ran cold.

Nate’s words carried an unspoken implication that twisted her stomach.

Dead men tell no tales.

Her heart pounded, terror clawing at her insides. Nate’s sinister smile left no doubt—he had no intention of letting her leave this yacht alive.

Inside Asher’s lounge, the atmosphere was tense. Most of the crew had stayed back, crowding the once-spacious room, anxiously waiting for updates on Carrie’s situation. Soren was unavailable, attending a luxury show in Izrosa, leaving the group feeling rudderless.

Asher ended his call with Ruby, his face grave. “Ruby says Carrie hasn’t returned home. She’s going to check the surveillance footage now. What should we do? Should we call the police?”

He grabbed his coat, ready to leave, when Godwin blocked his way.

“Carrie’s an adult, and it’s been less than an hour since she went missing. Do you think the police station is your personal hotline? If you go there and the paparazzi spot you, imagine the rumors they’ll spin.”

Godwin’s practical tone silenced the room.

Beverly nodded in agreement. “If Carrie’s been kidnapped, reporting it too soon might alert the kidnappers and put her in greater danger.”

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