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    “Pack up. We’re heading to Dora Isle in three hours,” Brendan ordered.


    Natasha nced at Freya. “What about them?”


    “Take them with us.”


    “Got it.”


    With that, Brendan headed upstairs.


    Freya, still confused, asked Natasha, who was packing up aputer, “Where’s Dora Isle?”


    “Used to be Butterfly Ind,” Natasha exined casually. “Brendan bought it and renamed it Dora Isle.”


    Butterfly Ind? Freya immediately recalled the location. It was within the country.


    She finally felt some relief.


    ording to the n, if Brendan had wanted to move Kristian overseas, she would’ve needed to redirect him somewhere domestic.


    Luckily, it was all working out.


    “Why is he taking me there?” she asked again, to avoid suspicion.


    “Probably to meet Kristian,” Natasha answered as she continued to pack. “I’m not totally sure. He just told me to bring you and Ashley.”


    Freya thought hard while she waited.


    Three hourster, Brendan came down, pulling a pink suitcase behind him.


    He gave Natasha and the others a few quick instructions, then climbed into a car. Natasha loaded Freya and Ashley into another and followed. After a series of transfers, Freya was taken onto a ship.


    Brendan nestled the pink suitcase into a carefully chosen corner, his movements meticulous, almost reverent—like the slightest jolt might shatter something delicate inside.


    Once it was safely in ce, his expression shifted back to its usual indifference.


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    “Curious where I’m taking you?” He lounged in a seat nearby, legs crossed as if they were on a yacht trip.


    “Are you going to tell me?” Freya asked.


    “Why not?” Brendan casually slipped an arm around Ashley, his smile so dazzling it could light up the room. “You’re someone I rather enjoy.”


    Freya said nothing.


    “In six hours, you’ll see your ex-husband,” Brendan said slowly. “Excited?”


    “You should let me go now. Once the police arrive, there won’t be a way out,” Freya said, following the typical script of a kidnapping victim. “I’ve been missing for twenty-four hours. My family’s bound to report it.”


    Natasha cleared her throat gently.


    Freya turned her head.


    Natasha’s gaze flicked around nervously as she scratched her cheek.


    “Your family probably isn’t looking for you.”


    “What do you mean?” Freya yed along, keeping her tone innocent.


    “I’ve messaged your dad and sister. I told them you were off on a short trip,” Natasha said, her voice carrying a thread of unease.


    She wasn’t sure if Freya would see her as the enemy. Because truthfully, she really liked Freya.


    “Give me my phone.” Freya demanded, sounding just frustrated enough.


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