Chapter 1006: Chapter 1006

Chapter 1006:

She made sure to sound casual, as if she hadn’t realized that Amya was about to end her life.

As expected, not long after, Amya called her back.

“Allison, do you have any more questions?” Amya’s voice sounded a bit raspy.

“I can handle it now,” she added.

Allison let out a breath of relief, glad to hear that Amya was okay. “I remember back when we were at Fleeingland, I asked you to look into the cruise ship’s internal layout. Do you still have that?” As she spoke, Kellan quietly had Sherman track the signal to pinpoint their exact location.

Amya responded, “Yes, I have it. But I’m pretty sure I already sent it to you. You need the internal diagram—are you planning to go back to Fleeingland?”

“Yes, I have some business there,” Allison answered.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Kellan holding up his phone. The screen displayed a map of the area near the fishing village, with a red dot marking a spot.

The location was a rocky beach just outside the village.

“Prepare it now and send it to me,” Allison ordered.

Worried that Amya might hear the car engine, she quickly ended the call.

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She told Kellan to drive quickly toward the rocky beach.

As Kellan sped along, he said, “Sherman has already sent people to catch Amya’s parents. They should be there when we arrive.”

Allison replied flatly, “If we don’t utterly intimidate those two vile people and make them no longer dare to pester Amya, she will never be free of her past.”

About thirty minutes later, Allison’s phone buzzed with the internal diagram of the cruise ship from Amya.

She didn’t really need the diagram, though. It was just a way to buy some time.

Earlier, when they spoke, Allison had clearly heard the sound of crashing waves in the background.

It was loud and violent, like the mournful wail of a dirge.

Allison soon instructed Kellan to keep an eye on Amya’s parents to prevent them from escaping while she followed the map to find Amya. She moved toward her, one step at a time. “I found you.”

At the edge of the cliff stood the slender figure of a girl. The sea breeze lifted her clothes, making her appear as delicate as a butterfly in contrast to the vast sea. The waves crashed loudly in front of her.

“Ms. Clarke?” Amya muttered, confused, as if she were dreaming. But Allison’s clear and commanding voice cut through her thoughts. “Come here. I need you.”

It was then that Amya understood the truth. The request for the internal structure diagram had been a lie.

“Ms. Clarke, I can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry.” Amya stepped back, the cold, salty air of the sea biting at her skin. “The card you gave me is still at the hospital. I haven’t touched the money inside.”

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