Chapter 1230:


    Nina lifted her head slowly. Her eyes were bloodshot, the fury behind them cold and cutting.


    Safe?


    After that kind of torture? After ripping his mind apart?


    Her stomach twisted. For the first time, she saw Drake for what he truly was—a monster dressed in charm and control.


    She drew a shaky breath. “You got what you wanted,” she said quietly. “So let me take him away.”


    She tried to move past him, but two armed men stepped forward, blocking the exit with expressionless faces.


    “You’ve already taken what you needed,” she said, her voice shaking. “His memories, his peace—everything. Why won’t you let us go? I swear, I won’t say a word.”


    Drake didn’t answer. He just stood there, silent, unreadable.


    Then the door behind him opened again, and another figure stepped inside—each slow, deliberate step filling the room with heavier, colder tension.


    It was him—Arlo. The man with the scar cutting across his cheek like a cruel signature from fate itself.


    When Nina’s trembling voice faded, his lips curled—not in amusement, but in mockery.


    A dark, knowing sound rumbled from his throat as heughed, the echo stretching through the cold, empty room.


    “Miss Carter,” he drawled, each word soaked in contempt, “you’re still far too naive. William… the CEO of Briggs Group, the heir of a billion-dor empire, the man whose name alone shakes markets—these are assets far beyond a mere memory.”


    He leaned forward slightly, his smile widening, cruel and deliberate. “Why would I give up such a perfect weapon?”


    Her breath caught. “A weapon?”


    The word came out fractured, disbelief and horror mingling in her tone. She couldn’t picture William—dignified, proud, stubborn William—being anyone’s tool.


    “What… what do you mean by that?” Her voice quivered as she stepped back, her spine pressing into the icy wall.


    Arlo began to pace toward her. Slowly. Calmly. Like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.


    “I want him to be mine,” he said, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “To work for me. To belong to me.”


    He stopped right in front of her. His tone dropped, soft but heavy with power.


    “I’ll shape him into a de that cuts only for me—loyal, sharp, and merciless. Every obstacle in my path will fall by his hand.”


    Then he tilted his head slightly, his gaze sliding over her like a knife. “As for the details… you don’t need to know. You just need to understand one thing—you’re not leaving.”


    He gesturedzily toward the corners of theb, then to the dense jungle visible beyond the window.


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