Chapter 338

Chapter 338:

A small canister flew into the car, hitting the floor at her feet. White gas hissed out, quickly filling the space with acrid fumes. Camille tried to hold her breath, covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve, but the gas was everywhere. Her vision blurred. Her limbs grew heavy.

The car door beside her opened, and fresh air rushed in, momentarily clearing her head.

Camille lashed out blindly, her fist connecting with something solid. A grunt of pain told her she’d hit her target. She scrambled toward the opposite door, desperate to escape.

“Still fighting, sister dear? Some things never change.”

That voice. Camille would know it anywhere. She forced her eyes to focus through the lingering gas.

Rose stood there, looking down at her with a small smile. Her hair was different—short and dyed black—but her eyes were the same. Cold. Calculating. Triumphant.

“You,” Camille managed, the word slurring despite her best efforts.

“Me,” Rose agreed pleasantly. “Miss me?”

Camille tried to lunge at her, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Her movements were slow, uncoordinated. Rose easily stepped back, avoiding her grasp.

“Now, now,” Rose chided. “Is that any way to greet your sister after a month apart?”

“You… killed him,” Camille gasped, thinking of James lying motionless outside the car.

“Not dead,” Rose corrected. “Just sleeping. Unlike the Grand Plaza Hotel, this isn’t about body count. This is personal.”

She gestured to one of the men in black, who approached with a syringe. Camille tried to fight as hands pulled her from the car, but the gas had weakened her too much. She felt a sharp pinch in her neck. Almost immediately, a deeper heaviness invaded her limbs.

“Why?” Camille asked, struggling to keep her eyes open as the drug took effect.

Rose leaned close, her smile widening. “Because you took everything from me,” she whispered. “Now I’m going to take everything from you.”

Camille’s vision blurred. She saw James, lying unconscious on the roadside. She saw the security team from the lead car, similarly incapacitated. She tried to call out, to fight, to do anything, but her body no longer responded to her commands.

The last thing she saw before darkness claimed her was Rose’s face, watching with satisfaction as she was loaded into the waiting van. The last thing she felt was the rumble of the engine as it pulled away, carrying her into the nightmare she had feared for months.

Then nothing.

Just blackness.

And the echo of Rose’s final words: “Now I’m going to take everything from you.”

Alexander was in the middle of his meeting with Agent Chen when the alarm on his phone blared, a sound he had never wanted to hear. His security team’s emergency signal.

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