MainNovelChapter 150 Here is your culturally localized, natural English adaptation: The truth was, Jeanette had started it. She'd taken the giant teddy bear Sawyer had given Citrine and shredded it to pieces. That's why Citrine shoved her. But afterward, Jeanette insisted that Citrine had destroyed the bear herself and was trying to frher-and Sawyer believed her.
"Dad, it wasn't me. You have to believe me." Citrine's voice trembled for the first tas she stared at the stuffing and scraps of fabric scattered across the floor, fear flickering on her face.
Sawyer might not have realized what was happening, but Raymond saw it all too clearly. Citrine had sensed for a while now that Sawyer was planning to abandon her. She wasn't begging for his trust; she was begging him not to send her away.
For once, Sawyer didn't scold her. He didn't even respond to her plea-just reached out to gently ruffle Citrine's hair, his voice unusually soft. "Citrine, you'll be taken care of overseas. When the tis right, I'll bring you home. Okay?" "Dad, it's my birthday today." Citrine looked up at him, her eyes pleading, hoping for any sign of mercy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Sawyer's heart was stone. "Be good. We'll celebrate together next year." Raymond watched as the last spark of hope vanished from Citrine's eyes. She looked at Sawyer and asked quietly, "Dad, will I ever cback?" Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Of course. This will always be your home." And with that, Raymond could only watch as they sent Citrine away.
No sooner had she arrived in the new country than someone cto collect her.
The bodyguard escorting her didn't bother with introductions. He simply pushed young Citrine into the waiting black sedan.
The car drove straight to the docks and cto a halt. Apparently, they planned to continue by boat. Citrine frowned, uneasy. "Aren't we going to a house? Why do we need a boat?" One of the men sneered. "House? Your family already sold you to us." Surrounded by his own people, he no longer bothered to hide his intentions.
"That's not possible." Citrine's alarm flared and she tried to bolt, but before she could react, the two men grabbed her and dragged her onto the boat.
"There's nowhere to run. Everyone here works for us." "If you don't want to get hurt, you'll do as you're told." They shoved young Citrine roughly into a burlap sack. Raymond watched the scene unfold, eyes wide in shock.
He remembered what his investigation had revealed: Citrine had been sent to Mirage Cay when she was eleven. If nothing went wrong, that was where they were headed now.
Sure enough, Raymond's suspicions were confirmed. They brought Citrine to a grand, old manor.
The two men tossed her into a pitch-black room. The door creaked open, but before Raymond could get a good look, all he glimpsed was an eerie green light flickering inside.
He was about to follow, desperate to see what was inside, when suddenly, someone started calling his name.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe voice grew louder, sharper.
"Raymond, wake up!" His mind cleared, and in the next instant, Raymond's eyes flew open.
"What's going on? You've been unconscious for ages." Yates ages Yates m frowned deeply, but let out a long breath of relief when he saw Raymond awake.
"Quick-hypnotizeagain." Raymond's mind was still gripped by the memory of that terrifying room. He turned to Yates, urgency in his voice.
Yates shook his head. "No, it's too dangerous. Hypnosis should last no more than three or four hours at a time. You were under for five hours-l couldn't wake you up no matter what I tried. It's just too risky." "Do it!" Raymond shouted, his eyes cold and intense, radiating a pressure that was hard to ignore.
All he could think about was whether Citrine was in danger in that room.
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