Chapter 74- kidnapped
Author: D.twister
last update2024-07-27 22:47:04

Stephen stood at the edge of the dock, looking out over the sea, dark and calm. A strange glow emanated from the glints of moonlight on the water, eerily reflecting his troubled thoughts. Had it all been a setup, as Charles said? Or was Charles leading him astray? Either way, it got under his skin. He pulled out his phone to call Enoch again; again, no answer. "Where are you?" he muttered desperately, his chest tight with anxiety. He hoped that nothing wrong would come about their sailing back to the city. The vacation was ending, and he spent treasured moments with his daughter, Ariane. There shouldn't be any danger, yet that feeling seemed to niggle away at him. Perhaps it was a mistake in the system.

Ariane and Yuna were inside the cabin. Ariane was fiddling with her tablet, but after some time, she felt bored. She looked at Yuna. "I'm bored. Let's explore the yacht."

Yuna shook her head. "Your dad said we shouldn't leave the cabin."

Ariane made a face. "But it's boring in here. My
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