Lucian studied her with cold eyes for a few seconds before letting go of her collar.
Ophelia nearly fell right on her face. Thinking she had been spared, she started heaving breaths of relief.
“Tie her up there,” came Lucian's ruthless voice from above her.
Ophelia's breath hitched.
Tie me up there? Up where?
Anxiously, she lifted her head, only to see the small helicopter in front of her.
At that very moment, Ophelia was certain that she was going to pass out again.
Alas, the bodyguards did not give her the chance to do that as they came over to drag her to the helicopter. Then they tied her under it.
Moments later, the rotor blades began spinning.
Ophelia had been restrained tightly, but she started struggling nevertheless.
“You better don't struggle. If you do, I can't guarantee that you won't fall off mid-flight,” Lucian whispered in her ear.
“Horington has a nice view, but unfortunately, I can only bring you around the suburbs. Think of this as a reward for your honest words, Ms. Smith.”
Right as he said that, Lucian raised his hand a little at the pilot, and the helicopter slowly ascended into the air.
The moment her body was in the air, Ophelia turned ashen and passed out.
Lucian watched the helicopter take off into the distance before turning to say, “Wait for her to return and keep a close eye on her.”
The bodyguard inclined his head.
Lucian did not linger; he immediately turned to head downstairs.
Once Lucian was in the car, Cayden gave his employer a careful look. “Mr. Farwell, are we going back to the manor or...”
“We're going back,” Lucian uttered after a moment of silence.
Cayden hummed in reply and started the car.
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