As the wind at the seaside was strong, Eugene only heard Azalea’s cry for help but didn’t catch the container number she mentioned.
However, that cry for help meant nothing to him. In his mind, it was just another act they were putting on together. After all, how could he possibly know that she was truly in danger?
As his son said, those were Azalea’s men she was putting on a play with. As such, why should Eugene put any effort into looking for her?
He was generous enough by coming here. Instead of saving his wife and children, he came to save her. Wasn’t that what Azalea wanted?
The truth was, his mind was already at ease when he knew that his wife and children were safe. His ‘rescue mission’ didn’t require him to rush. Despite that, he couldn’t help but frown when he didn’t find anyone in Container 34.
Is it necessary to make the act so real? And why shift the target? Growing impatient, he phoned Azalea again. This time, however, no one answered even after a long time had passed.
Eugene could feel a wave of uneasiness welling up inside as he gave his men a call. He had brought a few people along for appearance’s sake just to avoid arousing suspicion because they didn’t look like a rescue team. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought them at all.
Azalea wasn’t even worth making such a fuss over. After he arranged for his men to quickly come over, he called her again. Finally, the phone was answered the fifth time he called.
Without wasting time on unnecessary conversation, Eugene domineeringly threw out three words. “Where are you?” Cameron’s cold voice came through. “Look behind you.”
Hearing that, Eugene swiftly turned around and saw Cameron standing on top of a three-story container while holding a dagger against Azalea’s neck.
The woman’s hands were bound behind her. With her messy skirt, disheveled hair, dirt on her face, and a piece of torn cloth stuffed in her mouth, she looked like someone who had been taken advantage of. There were also two men standing slightly farther away from them.
The frown on Eugene’s face immediately deepened. Are they not her men? Why did they make her look so miserable? Were they worried I wouldn’t believe them? He stared at the people on top of the container and demanded, “I brought the money, so release her!”
“Get up here,” Cameron ordered. Eugene didn’t hesitate to slowly walk in their direction, his eyes narrowed. As Cameron looked at Eugene, who was getting closer, he whispered to Azalea, “What do you think will happen if I push him down from here?”
Azalea abruptly looked at him with wide eyes, drawing laughter out of him. “Why are you looking at me like that? Does it break your heart? Don’t worry. I won’t just push him down like that. I’ll tie his hands and feet first. He might not survive the fall if I do that, eh?”
Azalea grew furious and tried to strike Cameron but to no avail. She only ended up scratching her neck with his dagger. The sharp pain made her gasp for air in that instant.
A ruthless emotion seemed to flash in Cameron’s eyes, and he immediately pulled her back. “Why are you so agitated? I will definitely let him make his choice. Either you die, or he dies. Just think about how touching it would be if he willingly died for you. Of course, if you don’t want him to die, then just jump down by yourself. Let me see how far you’re willing to go for him!”
He paused before continuing, “But it’s also possible that he doesn’t care about your life or death at all. In that case, come with me, Azalea. Let’s go back to Nambahd. Although I don’t have Eugene’s influence, I can give you what he can’t. Did it feel good just now?”
