Chapter 287 Ah! No!

Caroline had sent people to find them. The voice had called her Miss Beaumont—there was no mistaking it. Caroline was the one who pushed them off the cliff. No one else could’ve known they were down here.

Antony was in bad shape. He’d taken a hit to the head when Claire fell, and now everything felt dizzy and disoriented. There was no way he could carry Claire and hide them both. Right now, even standing up seemed impossible. No—staying conscious was his biggest challenge.

Antony forced himself to stay awake, trying to push himself up, trying to figure out how to hide with Claire. But his head felt heavier, his vision blurring. And those footsteps—they were getting closer.

Finally, Antony couldn’t fight it anymore, and he slipped into unconsciousness, the sound of footsteps echoing in his ears.

On the other side of town, Caroline hung up the phone, glancing at the bathroom. She casually undressed and walked inside.

“Zachary, I’m here.”

“You little tease, what’s this? Didn’t get enough yesterday? You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

Zachary shot her a look, then grabbed her roughly, giving her a hard smack on the backside.

“Ah! Zachary, you’re so bad!”

Caroline’s body shivered, her hips arching up on instinct.

“How’s the search for Claire and Antony going?”

Zachary asked as his hands roamed over her, his tone casual despite the question.

“Our people are combing the bottom of the cliff. If those two are still alive, we should find them soon.”

“Don’t worry, Zachary, no one else will beat us to it. And if they didn’t make it, well, it’s likely the wolves got to them.”

“They say the bottom of Wits Mountain is untouched wilderness, full of wild animals. If they end up torn apart, isn’t that even better?”

Caroline felt a twisted satisfaction at the thought of Claire and Antony being eaten by wild animals, their bodies never found. That way, Frederick would have no choice but to believe her story—that Claire and Antony had run off together.

To be honest, thinking about Claire falling to the bottom of the cliff and getting torn apart made her feel a little sorry for her. But there was no choice—Claire had come back from prison and gotten between her and Frederick. If it weren’t for Claire, she’d be the one by Frederick’s side right now.

Instead, here she was, getting used and passed around by Zachary and Noah. This was all Claire’s fault. The fact that she was going to die without even being tortured first almost felt like she was getting off easy.

“You dirty little tease, you’re right.”

Zachary snapped her out of her thoughts, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

“Mmm!” Caroline moaned, a shiver running down her spine.

The bathroom quickly filled with the sounds of their frantic movements. It was Caroline’s first time doing it in the shower. The warm water streamed down her body, and Zachary’s hands never stopped touching her, grabbing her, claiming her.

It didn’t take long for her cheeks to flush, her body trembling.

“You’ve never done it in the shower before, have you? Well, you’re about to find out just how good it feels.”

Zachary could tell by the way she was reacting that this was new. In no time, Caroline’s voice echoed off the bathroom walls, her moans getting louder.

“Oh, Zachary, yes! You’re amazing!”

“Harder! Come on, don’t stop! Please!”

“More, please! Thrust more of you inside me!”

Caroline was losing herself, her hands moving to guide him, desperate for more.

“You’re such a little tease, aren’t you? Alright, I’ll give you what you want. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

Zachary smirked, grabbing her legs and lifting her, turning up the heat on the shower.

“Ah! No, Zachary!”

Caroline saw the steam rising and panicked, trying to pull away.