Chapter 42

Was there really a recorder? Was she bluffing? Tied up like that, how could she have hidden a recorder under the coffee table? But then again, if she could survive jumping into the sea… Owen’s mind was a chaotic mess. Just as he decided to take the risk, Claire suddenly went, “Oh! I forgot—it’s synced to the cloud. It auto-uploads every ten minutes. Does anyone have a laptop?” Julian immediately had someone bring a laptop over. Owen’s face drained of color. His last bit of composure crumbled just like that. The laptop arrived in no time. Claire logged into her cloud. “Here it is.” She lifted her lashes and shot Owen a confident, almost smug smile as she moved her finger toward the play button. “Stop! Don’t play it!!” Owen lunged forward, snatching the laptop into his arms. “Claire, let’s talk this out, okay?” Claire gave a sharp laugh. “You tried to rape me. Planned to keep me locked up—if I hadn’t risked everything and jumped into the sea, do you really think I’d still be alive right