Inside the wooden house, Caspian reached out his hand towards Lucinda, his gaze filled with greed.
âDid you hear that? Your man has arrived.
How do you think he would react if he saw that Iâ¦â
Before he could touch Lucinda, Fletcher seized his wrist and said firmly, âMr.
Murray, letâs stick to business first.
â
Caspian clicked his tongue in frustration.
Annoyed, he noticed Lucindaâs eyes were shut, her eyelashes fluttering.
He shoved Fletcher aside and roughly pulled Lucinda to her feet with his pudgy hands.
âPlaying dead, are you? Get up, letâs go outside so you can see your man!â
While speaking, he grabbed the hemp rope binding Lucindaâs wrists and led her out of the house.
He giggled wildly.
âNathan, look at your wife! Sheâs been in such a dreadful state after just a few days of captivity.
You deserve better! How about leaving her with one of my men?â
Lucinda appeared frail and as thin as paper, and as Nathan watched from a distance, his heart was pierced by pain.
Although he knew it wasnât true, his eyes became bloodshot, as if a storm was raging inside him.
He gritted his teeth, forcing the words out.
âYouâd better be certain about your claims.
Iâve brought what you demanded, and you should let her go now.
â
In the vast wilderness, he could only see Lucindaâs fragile form, like a leaf about to fall, seemingly on the verge of vanishing in an instant.
âOkay.
â
âIâll release her, but since weâre here, letâs have a bit of fun,â Caspian suggested, his tone unnervingly cheerful.
Nathan responded without a momentâs delay, âOkay.
â
âSuch decisiveness?â Caspianâs excitement surged instantly.
He lifted his right hand and tossed a dagger at Nathanâs feet.
âThey say Mr.
Payne of the National Security Bureau is exceptionally skilled in combat.
No one has ever managed to injure you.
But I think you might injure yourself.
â
With a sinister laugh, Caspian added, âWhat? You canât do it? As soon as your blood falls on the ground, I will let your wife take steps towards youâ¦â
Nathan stooped slowly and picked up the dagger.
As it was unsheathed, the blade gleamed sharply.
âGo on! Are you afraid? Iâve heard Mr.
Payne cherishes his wife more than his life.
That doesnât seem quite true now.
It appears you value your own life more than hers.
â
Contempt was evident on Caspianâs face, convinced that Nathan wouldnât harm himself.
Nathan stared at the sharp dagger with a resolute expression, contemplating his next move.
He positioned the dagger against his arm and traced a line.
Blood began to drip onto the dead leaves below.