Chapter 403

A gift? So kidnapping her was supposed to be a gift? If it weren't for how tied up she was, Claire would've rolled her eyes so hard they'd fall out. But right now, she had to swallow all that frustration. Her wrists hurt from the way they were bound behind the chair; she shifted a little, trying to ease the pressure. Her voice came out a bit scratchy. "Mr. Cooper, this is certainly a… creative way to host a guest. If there's something you want to say, why don't we talk it out properly like normal people?" The dim room seemed to echo her words. Hanson's cold chuckle wasn't much quieter. Probably just pulled up a chair—there was that awful scraping sound, like claws on a chalkboard. Then silence, followed by a light thump as he sat down. His tone was almost cheerful. "You're right, Ms. Thompson. We should definitely have a good, proper talk." Claire: "…" This was his idea of a proper talk? She yanked a bit harder at the ropes in frustration. The coarse fibers bit into her skin—no matter