Husband With Benefits
Chapter 775: Don’t Do It

Chapter 775: Don’t Do It

One of them was sensitive to her taunting while the other was not. Time to goad some more. So, Dora smiled and leaned in, her voice dripping with a mixture of mockery and cold resolve.

"You’re scared, aren’t you?" she said, her words sharp as a blade. "You can’t even face me. You thought tying me up and tossing me into this filthy hole would break me, that it would be enough to satisfy your twisted desire for revenge. But look at me—I’m still here, still calm, still unbroken. And that terrifies you, doesn’t it? Because deep down, you know that no matter what you do, even if you get your hands on the money, you won’t be able to enjoy a single cent. You’ll always be looking over your shoulder, haunted by the thought of me coming after you. Remember my words—once I’m free, there will be nowhere for you to hide. You’ll spend the rest of your miserable life wondering when I’ll come for you."

With that, Dora began to hum, a low tune that echoed off the walls of the place. She wasn’t just trying to unnerve them—though that was certainly part of her strategy—she was also exhausted from talking an dneeded a breather. The hum was her way of conserving energy while maintaining the psychological pressure.

If one of them had the nerve to stay silent through her taunts, then they were stronger than she’d given them credit for. But she knew the truth: her words were not empty threats. If they let her go—no, when they let her go—she would hunt them down. She would not rest, even if it meant losing her sanity in the process.

***

Unbeknownst to Dora, her tactic was working even better than she could have anticipated.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the man hissed, his eyes narrowing at the woman who had been moments away from responding to Dora’s taunting. He pushed her hand away from the microphone’s switch with a forceful shove. "She’s trying to get a reaction out of you. Don’t you see that? Haven’t you noticed the way she’s been looking around?"

The woman shot him a glare, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled it back. "What do you mean?"

"She’s not just sitting there for fun," the man continued, his voice low and tense. "She’s studying her surroundings. She’s memorizing every detail of this place so that she can find her way back when she escapes or when we let her go. I told you from the start, capturing Isidora Sterling was no small feat. You were lucky to catch her off guard, but dealing with the aftermath is going to be a nightmare. And the money—why did you insist on taking cash? Do you have any idea how difficult it’s going to be to sort through that without raising alarms? Its not as if we’ve asked for change! If they are able to put a tracker on even a single bank note, we are dead! And we cannot possibly check each and every note!"

The woman frowned, and sent her ally a frustrated look. "Of course, I’ve thought things through. We’re not going to send her back, and we’re not going to take the cash either."

The man stared at her as if she’d just suggested they sprout wings and fly. "What do you mean we’re not returning her or taking the money? I’m not a killer, and I only agreed to this because of the payout! But now you’re changing the plan, and—"

Will you shut up for a second?" the woman snapped, cutting him off with a sharp wave of her hand. "I already have a plan. And asking for cash was part of it. Just trust me. For now, call him and confirm that the arrangements are in place. Then, have him deposit the amount in four parts to these international accounts. With his status, he should not have a problem doing this."

She slid a piece of paper across the table, and the man picked it up, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the list of account numbers. "Whose accounts are these?"

"Mine," the woman replied, a sly smile creeping across her lips. "Alternate identities I’ve set up. The cash was just a diversion, something to keep him occupied so he wouldn’t have the time or the focus to track us down. The longer he worries about her, the more desperate and irrational he’ll become. And as that fear eats away at him, his judgment will cloud, and he won’t see us coming."

The man looked at her, a mixture of doubt and reluctant admiration in his eyes. "You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?"

The woman leaned back in her chair, her confidence growing. "I am no fool. Now, make the call."

As the man nodded and made arrangements to turn on the voice changer, the woman glared at the screen. Dora Sterling! You were mistaken about one thing. I have no intention of letting you go and wait for you to come after me. I will simply leave you here and escape the country. Meanwhile, let your boyfriend keep looking for you until you starve to death.

"Prince Kael. Your time is up. Have you made the arrangements?" The woman listened as her partner started to speak and smiled. He would have of course.

"You have? Very good. Very good. There is a slight change in the plan, though."

A pause.

"Prince Kael. You know you are not in a position to make demands. You wanted proof that your woman was alive and you heard her voice. I’ve only guaranteed keeping her alive and not undamaged so I suggest you stop wasting yuor time arguing with me and instead follow up in the next part that we tell you. Once that is done, I will send you the location of the place where the princess is."

"Tsk tsk. Don’t be angry. She is fine until now. How long she remains that is upto you of course.

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