Connor slammed on the brakes so hard, the car skidded to a halt by the roadside. They were on a winding mountain road, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to swallow them whole. His voice was like ice, "What did you just say?"
Chloe lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the handbag clutched in her hands. When she looked up, her eyes were as calm as a still lake. "So, you need to protect her, stay by her side every second until you leave this island."
For a moment, Chloe considered telling Connor about the golden gun. But Claire had warned her: if Connor knew from the start, it wouldn't be fun. And if it wasn't fun, Claire would be very angry. It was a clear threat. It was bad enough that Chloe was involved, but now Ann was caught up in it too.
Chloe didn’t know what to do next. She needed to take a breath, to think. Her mind was a storm of chaos, haunted by the images of those two cold bodies on the stage. She felt a mix of fear, distress, and a gnawing guilt. Would those two innocent people still be alive if she hadn’t gone to that play?
Connor noticed Chloe’s fingers trembling. He reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away.
"What happened in the theater? And what’s with your neck?" Connor asked.
Chloe looked up at him, her face serious, "If something happens to me in the next few days, go to Greenpeace Manor when we get back. In the bedside safe, there’s a file and a pink locket. Give the file to Ann and the locket to Lucas’ mother."
Connor stared at her like she was giving him her last will and testament. He frowned deeply, then, in a swift motion, he grabbed her bag and pulled out a golden gun.
Connor wasn’t surprised. Claire could do anything and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid anymore. His expression was cold as he asked, "Did Claire give this to you? To kill me or Diana?"
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