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Chapter 1871 Awakening
The waitress nodded enthusiastically as Rochelle spoke.
Camden was about to interject, but Paul cut in. "Hold up, let's not get into this now. First, let's find out the context of
that message she mentioned."
With the order given, Rochelle quickly took hold of Bella's phone. She scrolled through it, then raised it for everyone
to see, a triumphant expression on her face.
The screen displayed the text message Bella had sent to Elisa.
"With both accounts and evidence on hand, what else can you say in your defense?"
Paul breathed a small sigh of relief. The situation seemed surprisingly manageable, likely due to Elisa's uncertain
fate and Bella's evident distress and denial. Without further ado, Paul instructed to have Bella tied up and confined
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Bella didn't put up a fight, her demeanor steady.
"The rest of you... head back to your rooms now, and don't worry about this. I've already informed the police, and
they'll handle things once we're back on land."
The others hesitated but had no choice but to retreat to their rooms. With Elisa missing, Paul's authority took
precedence.
Camden felt a sense of unease. Bella's conviction felt too convenient, and there was something off about the
waitress. Questions lingered around this incident. Yet, Paul shut down any further inquiry.
Back in his room, Camden stared at the expanse of the sea, hoping for a glimmer of hope.
Once they docked, the police took control of the situation. Aside from Bella, Rochelle and the waitress were taken in
for questioning. The rest were escorted away from the scene by the police.
Camden intended to join them, but Paul's interference and indirect involvement refrained him from doing so.
Before leaving, Camden took one last deep look at the expanse of sea, and his gaze settled on Paul, who was
overseeing the proceedings. He had a premonition that things were about to change.
...
Subsequently, Elisa woke up to unfamiliar surroundings.
The cottage, constructed with high wooden beams and walls made from locally sourced materials, stood as a
testament to the villagers' daily life. The air carried a sense of rustic simplicity.
Initially blank like an untouched canvas, Elisa's mind was now flooded with memories from before her
unconsciousness, triggering a throbbing ache in her head.
"Feeling alright? Any discomfort?"
A voice she recognized reached her ears, and she turned towards it. Gareth, clad in rough clothing, strode
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Elisa studied him, a touch of surprise in her gaze.
"You..."
Gareth didn't wait for her response, forging ahead with, "How are you feeling?"
Elisa instinctively held her head and groaned, "My head..."
The moment the words left her lips, she was startled by the raspiness of her voice.
"My head..."
She repeated, confirming that the voice was indeed hers.
This...
Elisa directed her attention to Gareth, a multitude of questions in her gaze.
Gareth could sense her curiosity. Setting the bowl down, he assisted her in sitting against the backrest. He
explained, "I imagine you're wondering a lot right now. I'll take my time to fill you in on everything."
Elisa nodded in agreement.
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