Chapter 246 Live Broadcast, Revealing All Her Crimes and the Truth from Years Ago
With one scolding, the others immediately bowed down and fearfully bowed their heads. "Miss, it's you."
A shiver ran down Cecily's spine.
Sure enough, her doubts were instantly resolved at that moment.
This was the man's home, and the person who kidnapped her was also someone who looked exactly like her.
Cecily nodded. She didn't know the man's tone or expression, but he didn't speak and just turned around to walk ahead, which relieved her.
Cecily was about to continue looking for an exit when suddenly, a hand reached out from the adjacent room. Caught off guard, Cecily was dragged into the room and realized the danger. However, she didn't hesitate to tighten her grip on the knife, ready to stab the person. But the man was prepared and quickly stopped her hand.
"If you want to stay alive, keep your mouth shut," he said.
Cecily furrowed her brow and looked at the blonde man in front of her who was covering her mouth.
"Don't scream, and I'll let you go," he said.
Cecily nodded, and the man released his grip on her.
In the next moment, Cecily lifted her leg and kicked the man in the groin.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed.
Immediately after, Cecily swept his leg forcefully, bringing him down to the ground. She pressed the blade of the knife against his neck.
The man held his crotch, grateful that he managed to block the kick; otherwise, Cecily would have incapacitated him.
He glanced at the blade on his neck and looked at Cecily with a helpless look in his beautiful eyes. "Don't you keep your promises?" he asked.
With her movements, Cecily heard the sound of metal chains. She looked down and saw that the man's feet were shackled with chains long enough to allow him to move around the room.
"Who are you?" Cecily furrowed her brow and asked.
The man raised an eyebrow, clasped his hands behind his head, and lay leisurely on the floor. "Don't worry about who I am. As long as you're not that Cecily, it's fine."
He actually recognized her.
Cecily's blade drew closer to him, but the man remained calm. "Don't get worked up. Let's make a deal. You help me remove these chains, and I'll help you leave. How does that sound?"
Cecily narrowed her eyes, looking at the man's captivating face, which appeared to be in his early twenties. Despite being locked up, it was evident that he lived a good life.
"Why should I trust you?" she asked.
The man raised an eyebrow and said, "You have no choice but to trust me. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave. Tomorrow, Cecily will be too late. I just helped you. See for yourself."
The man gestured for Cecily to look at the computer next to them. The monitor displayed a live feed of her still being held captive in the basement.
Cecily looked at the man, realizing that he had manipulated the surveillance room through the computer, replacing the footage so that no one else would notice her escape.
No wonder she hadn't been discovered along the way.
"Now, can we cooperate? I want to get out, and you want to get out. How about helping each other?"
The man, who had already sat up at some point, lazily leaned against the foot of the bed, calmly watching her.
Cecily had no idea who this person was and found it difficult to trust him, but he had indeed helped her. After hesitating for two seconds, Cecily had no other choice.
"How can I help you?"
"You help me open the chain, that's all," the man said with a playful smile as he looked at her.
Cecily glanced at the thick chain on his ankle and replied, "I don't know how to open this chain."
There was no way she could unlock this kind of chain.
The man smirked and said, "There's a key in the leftmost room on the third floor. If you find it, you can help me open it."
Cecily stared deeply into the man's eyes and finally decided to trust him. Because she was unfamiliar with this place, she had just observed that many doors here had password locks. If she wanted to leave, she had to open them, and if she couldn't, her identity would be exposed. And although this man was locked up, he seemed to be living quite well. He was able to disable the surveillance cameras for her, so he must be capable and more familiar with this place than she was. After much consideration, Cecily walked out of the room.
At that moment, the incident involving Cecily had quickly become a hot topic at Stellaris Bay. Her photo was even directly featured on the trends. Suddenly, everyone knew about this matter. It was indeed a big deal. Sandra was Mrs. Watson from Fitzgerald's Family, so when she encountered such a terrible event, it naturally attracted a lot of attention. But in all this, no one mentioned that Ophelia had taken Sandra away. All the blame was pushed onto Cecily. As the incident unfolded, the news about Cecily hiring someone to harm Ophelia's child five years ago began to surface one after another. For a while, netizens who were not aware of the truth condemned Cecily relentlessly. The situation developed rapidly, and it was impossible to say that no one was behind the scenes fostering the turmoil. The online world was filled with curses and accusations:
[This Cecily is too malicious. She hired someone almost to kill someone's child before, and now she directly kidnaps and injures someone. Does she have a grudge against Fitzgerald's Family? Is she a terrorist?]
[Yeah, it's terrifying. How is Mrs. Watson doing now? Cecily has clearly committed intentional harm.]
[What is she so dissatisfied with that she would go to such lengths to injure someone?]
While everyone was discussing this, Ophelia sat pale-faced, bound to a chair. Blaise sat on the sofa opposite her, dressed in a black coat, casually holding a cigarette between his fingertips.
Ophelia was in a hospital room, inexplicably tied up in this place. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Blaise, the man who scared her to the core.
"What do you want to do?" Ophelia asked in fear.
Blaise smirked, a mischievous smile on his face that sent shivers down one's spine. "Why did you have to go and hurt Cecily?"
"I—" Ophelia's heart pounded in fear, her mind in chaos, unable to form any words.
"Boss, everything is ready," Sebastian Knight set up his phone and faced Ophelia's pale face.
Blaise nodded, "All right."
"What do you want to do? What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything. Since you like causing trouble online, then just confess everything you've done, starting from when you drugged Cecily five years ago."
Ophelia looked fearfully at the phone. Was this being live-streamed?
Her face turned even paler in an instant.
"No, don't, let go of me, please let me go," she pleaded.
Just then, Ophelia's phone in her pocket rang. Blaise raised an eyebrow and Sebastian Knight walked over, taking out her phone. It was a call from Tristan.
Blaise glanced at it, "Answer it."
The call was answered, and Tristan on the other end sounded worried, "Ophelia?"
"Dad, Dad, help me, please save me. I'm in Blaise's hands. Send someone to save me. He's a madman. He'll kill me, Dad."
Listening to her daughter's desperate cries, Tristan grew furious, "Blaise, don't you touch her. Let's discuss this properly."
"How can we discuss? Tell me, what can you do to let Ophelia go? I'll agree as long as it doesn't harm her."
Ophelia couldn't help but be moved as she listened to her father's words.
Her father still loved her.
Blaise chuckled softly, "Sure, I'll trade your daughter for Flore's trade secret."
Ophelia was overjoyed. This was something Tristan could do.
Just a trade secret, far less important than herself.
Just when Ophelia thought she would be saved soon.
The other side suddenly went quiet, silent for almost five seconds.
He hung up!
Ophelia's pupils constricted instantly.
Blaise chuckled lightly, with a touch of irony.
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