Chapter 197
Jonathan slammed on the brakes suddenly. The car stopped by the roadside, which was actually a mountain road. The vehicle was hidden among the tall trees.
Jonathan’s voice had a touch of coldness. “What did you say?”
Cynthia lowered her head, her eyes downcast, focusing on the handbag in her hands. But when she looked up again, her gaze was calm as water.
“So, you must protect her and stay by her side without leaving until we get off this island,” said Cynthia.
As she lowered her head, Cynthia was thinking about whether to tell Jonathan about the golden pistol. But ultimately, she chose to remain silent.
Whitney had warned her that if she let Jonathan know from the beginning, it wouldn’t be fun. If it wasn’t fun, she would be very angry. That was clearly a threat. Not only was she involved, but now even Rachel was drawn into it.
Cynthia didn’t know how to proceed. She needed to calm down and think carefully. Her mind was a mess, with images of the cold body on the stage continually coming to mind.
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Cynthia felt both frightened and uneasy. She also experienced a strange sense of guilt. She wondered, ‘If I didn’t go to see that play, would the innocent actor still be alive?
Jonathan noticed Cynthia’s fingers trembling slightly. He turned around and reached out to take her hand, but Cynthia avoided him.
“What exactly happened inside the theater, and what’s going on with your neck?” asked Jonathan.
Cynthia looked up at Jonathan. “If something happens to me in the next couple of days, after I’m gone, go to Greenfield Villa. In the safe in the bedside table, there are two items: a document and a pink lucky charm pendant. Give the document to Rachel and the pendant to Filip’s mother.”
Jonathan watched as Cynthia had a vacant expression, as if she were making a last confession. His brow furrowed. Taking advantage of a moment when Cynthia wasn’t paying attention, he seized her bag and pulled it open, taking out a golden handgun.
Jonathan wasn’t surprised. Whatever Whitney did, it never shocked him.
Jonathan’s face was as cold as ice. “Did my sister give this to you? Does she want you to kill me or Nina?”
Cynthia hadn’t expected Jonathan to snatch her bag so abruptly. However, this actually made her feel a sense of relief. She answered truthfully and numbly, “Nina.”
The answer was just what Jonathan had guessed. Whitney was fond of this sort of drama.
