Arielle, who was on the cruise, stared at the two threads as she summarized Ronald's words for Vinson.
Instantly, Vinson looked even tenser. “I don't know much about him since he's very secretive... But I remember hearing his voice when those people tried to kill me at sea. He called me a 'dirty black rat.' I guess he hates the color black.”
At once, Arielle placed the dagger below the black thread. She put her phone between her shoulder and her cheek. “I'll cut the black one, then...”
Vinson's forehead began to perspire heavily. Agitated, he paced back and forth. “Wait! How much time do you have left?”
Arielle glanced at the timer. “Fifteen seconds.” “Let me think. Let me think...” Upon closer observation, there was a slight tremble in Vinson's voice.
Never in his life had he felt this nervous before.
A few seconds later, Vinson gritted his teeth and cried, “Don't cut it! Arielle, run! Jump overboard! I'm not entirely sure about this!”
At that very moment, immense fear, helplessness, and anger overwhelmed Vinson.
He hated that he did not catch that bastard who caused this mess and did not know much about that person. As a result, he put Arielle in harm's way.
Vinson understood that he could not gamble with her life based on the limited info he had about that perpetrator.
He dared not take any chances.
Hence, Vinson tightened the grip on his phone and said with a quiver in his voice, “Ignore them, Arielle! Run! I can't let you die for me! We can't take chances!”
Arielle chuckled wryly. “Vinson, if I manage to escape in one piece today, I'll live in remorse and agony for the rest of my life. My conscience will keep haunting me.”
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