Chapter 1667
Carol continued to chat with Maja, but this time, they ditched voice messages for good old-fashioned typing.
What a relief that Maja didn''t bring up the Miller family, Carol thought. She had no idea how she''d exin that mess.
Maja had taken Beck''s words to heart: if they needed help, she was there, but if they chose silence, there was little anyone could
do. They were adults; they knew the weight of their choices.
After responding to Carol''sst message, Maja leaned back to rest. The room was cozy, the temperature just right, and Coco
was wagging its tail furiously nearby.
It had been ages since Maja had seen Coco, and she longed to pet her, but Beck was overly cautious, not letting any pets get
too close.
So, to keep Beck from worrying, Maja kept her distance from both Coco and Rocky, the aloof Siamese cat who seemed to look
down on everyone with a sort of detached disdain.
Coco had long epted Rocky as the alpha, fawning over him shamelessly.
Maja sat by the window, a cashmere throw rug beneath her, hugging a pillow. A sudden drop in temperature had brought a flurry
of snowkes outside. She was tired of asking for updates onn, knowing disappointment was the likely oue.
With just a month until Christmas, she buried her face into the pillow and let out a soft sigh.
Meanwhile, at the Windhelm border, Abner sat in a chair, gunfire echoing around him. This shipment had proved trickier than
expected.
But crossing him? That was a death wish.
"Wipe them out," hemanded.
He was about to load his gun when the boat lurched violently beneath him.
Boom! Boom!
After two explosions, the boat quickly disintegrated, and Abner plunged into the depths below.
When he woke up, his chest was throbbing with pain.
"Don''t move," a voice instructed, pressing down on his shoulders. "Took us ages to stop the bleeding. Don''t start it up again."
Abner shoved the hands away and, bracing against the wall, he staggered to his feet.
"Where am |?"
His voice was hoarse, remembering only clinging to a piece of driftwood before cking out.
"Fishing Vige," the voice said. "My dad fished you out of the sea."
The air smelled of fish — this was no city, no town, but a fishing vige.
He massaged his temple. "My phone?"
"Didn''t see it. You had nothing on you but those clothes.”
Ayoung boy dashed out and brought in clothes drying on a rack, oblivious to the fine fabric''s worth, only knowing they felt
smooth andfortable.
Abner''s face darkened. Betrayed by his own men, it seemed. A bomb nted, no less. They probably didn''t expect him to
survive.
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Without a word, Abner sat back down, the dizziness overwhelming him.
Seeing blood seep through the bandages again, the boy shouted, "It''s splitting open! I''ll get Queena!”
He ran out toward a house up the slope, yelling, "Queena! Queena!"
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What was happening to this vige? Why were beautiful people suddenly appearing here?
And why hadn''t Queena mentioned the foreign visitor to anyone? Did she want to keep him a secret?