Chapter 503


    Chapter 503


    “Ms. Yates, are you satisfied with your current situation? Yerick asked, donning a long camel–colored


    coat and carrying a pink suitcase. Cynthia’s eyes rested on the luggage. She suspected that the


    animosity between Yerick and Joshua might be connected to the owner of this pink suitcase.


    Maintaining herposure, she continued her verbal dance with Yerick,” Possessing illegal firearms,


    operating a private armed force; do you realize the number of years you could be sentenced for these


    crimes?”


    “I do, but what does that matter? Yerick replied casually.


    A frustrated crease formed on Cynthia’s forehead. This was not going her way.


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    “Boss, our guest has arrived,” one of the bodyguards announced.


    Upon hearing the news, a satisfied smirk graced verick’s lips. “Bring him in.


    With thatmand, Joshua was brought forward. He was wearing a white shirt that made his


    complexion appear pale. Nheless, his aura of cool indifference remained undiminished. As Cynthia


    met his gaze, he, too, looked back. In their silent exchange, Joshua confirmed that Cynthia was


    unharmed, and he proceeded to negotiate with Yerick.


    Despite being the captive, he emanated amanding presence as though he was the host. “Now that


    I’m here, you can state your objective.”


    “Of course,” Yerick responded with a sly smile.


    Just as Joshua was about to speak, Cynthia suddenly found the barrel of a gun pressed against her


    temple. His pupils contracted as the aura around him turned icy cold. “Let her go


    “I can do that,” Yerick replied, ying with a knife in his other hand. He spun it once before handing it


    over. “Take this knife and slit your left wrist. Continue until your blood stains this stone red.” Yerick


    motioned toward a nearby stone, marked with


    a circle.


    Joshua nced at it. “If I do this, will you let her go?


    “Correct.” Yerick nodded.


    As Joshua reached for the knife, Cynthia, seemingly realizing what was about to happen, attempted to


    stop him. “Joshua, don’t take it!”


    The pink suitcase, the demand to sit his wrist…


    A girl! Yerick was exacting his revenge on Joshua all because of a girl.


    “Yerick, I know what your aim is. You are being somewhat childish in your actions, don’t you think?” At


    last, Cynthia saw glimmer of hope.


    “If you think my actions are childish, you’ve guessed my motives incorrectly.” Yerick was convinced she


    had not figured out his motives. Looking at Joshua’s suspended hand, he issued a warning. “I’ll count


    to three. If you don’t cut yourself by then, Cynthia might start to suffer.”


    Joshua cast a nce at Cynthia. From theer of her eye, Cynthia spotted Nadia, who had circled


    back from the sea, and a daring yet risky idea sprung into her mind. She conveyed a signal to Joshua


    through her eyes.


    That look


    It made Joshua question if he had misinterpreted Cynthia’s intentions.


    “Three.” Yerick began to count.


    Cynthia continued to signal with her eyes.


    At that moment, Joshua confirmed Cynthia’s intent. He reached out to grasp the knife from Verick’s


    band. The moment it was in his possession, he quickly flipped it and, in an unexpected turn of events,


    held it against Yerick’s throat!


    “Boss!” the bodyguards eximed in surprise.