Chapter 251 Rooted
The sea breeze was salty and briny.
What difference did it make if one person disappeared or three?
Zachary convulsed and trembled violently.
He sensed Christian's intentions that he was genuinely trying to have him killed!
Zachary was suddenly frightened, trembling all over and shouting as loud as he could, "Mr. Patterson! I'll tell you everything!"
The inky waves crashed against the cruise ship's hull, producing a heavy, rhythmic sound.
Zachary's fear seemed to seep through every pore.
The bodyguard glanced at Christian, whose face remained dark, showing no emotion. He stood in silence, gazing into the distance at the sea.
Zachary, stricken with fear, couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out,
"She was tied outside the window. When you went inside, she was out there!"
His voice was hoarse, frantic, and even a little cracked.
Christian's expression suddenly changed.
His eyes, filled with deep and icy coldness, overflowed with an ominous chill.
The bodyguard unceremoniously dropped Zachary onto the deck.
He curled up on the ground in pain, screaming miserably.
Christian approached menacingly. His voice was chillingly cold as he demanded, "Say that again!"
Zachary dared not lie or feign ignorance any longer. He trembled and struggled to speak, "You went inside, and I was afraid you'd find her, so I tied her outside the window. But later, the rope was untied, and she was gone."
Zachary couldn't help but regret it. He should never lay a finger on Anastasia!
If it weren't for that incident, he wouldn't end up in this situation.
Zachary knelt on the ground in pain and cried bitterly, "Mr. Patterson, I didn't mean to harm her. Really! I was afraid that you would find out, so I planned to get her back after you left! But I truly don't know how she disappeared!"
He didn't notice that the expressions of the two women nearby had become very nasty.
What had he seen?
In an instant, Christian's mind was filled with various thoughts.
His heart grew heavier, and his complexion worsened.
He couldn't deny that he had been clinging to a faint hope during the interrogation with Zachary. But now, that hope was slipping away.
If Anastasia's rope had broken, there would have been commotion among so many passengers when she hit the deck.
It could only mean that she hadn't fallen onto the ship but directly into the sea.
This cruise ship had a trapezoidal structure, wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. She was extremely unlikely to be found if she had fallen into the sea.
Christian's heart constricted with pain, and sweat dripped profusely from his forehead. It was the fear in his heart that he couldn't face.
He had prepared a surprise that brought her to the edge, and he couldn't accept this reality.
Christian had realized this depth of feeling too late.
He didn't even know when Anastasia had taken root in his heart and occupied the most important place there.
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