Chapter 90: To East Aploth

Raylee didn't want to argue, so she didn't refuse. Once in the car, she gazed at the passing scenery. Suddenly, intense drowsiness overwhelmed her. She yawned and slipped into unconsciousness.

When she awoke, she found herself on a private jet. The blue sky and white clouds were clearly visible outside the window. Jeremiah was calmly eating beside her. Noticing her awakening, his eyebrows rose.

“Awake now? Did you sleep well?”

Raylee was flustered. “Why am I on a plane? Where are you taking me?”

“My dear fiancée, I’m taking you on an overseas trip…” He savored a rare steak, a streak of crimson trickling down his mouth—a sight reminiscent of a ruthless executioner.

Raylee looked at him, clearly disturbed. “Leave the country? Where? I don’t have a passport. I’m not going!”

“No need for a passport. I have free reign in East Aploth. I can take whoever I want.” Jeremiah’s voice was chilling.

At the mention of “East Aploth,” Raylee’s face turned pale. She felt breathless, remembering Susan’s words: the region was under Jeremiah’s control, a hub for his illicit businesses. Susan had also mentioned he’d sent former fiancées there, their fates tragically unknown. Raylee wasn’t sure if Susan’s story was true, but it was terrifying. Jeremiah had secretly transported her, in her dazed state, to a criminal haven.

“Why did you whisk me away without my consent?” Raylee asked.

Jeremiah set down his utensils, dismissing the waiter. He then focused on her pebble bracelet. Raylee instantly understood.

“That…bracelet,” he said, his handsome face masked with possessiveness. “It’s from another man! Why should you wear it? You like him, and Tiffany does too! What’s so great about this bracelet? You were jealous, weren’t you?”

“Tiffany? Ms. Lorimer, the eldest daughter of the Lorimer family?” Raylee asked, surprised.

“Indeed, darling. You spent four years in jail for stealing her necklace, didn’t you?” Jeremiah watched her expression, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Tiffany’s had a crush on him since childhood. When she learned of your engagement, she wanted you gone. I still remember her frustration.”

Raylee was stunned. Her four years in jail stemmed not only from business rivalry but also from a love triangle. She quickly regained her composure. The past was irrelevant; she needed to address the present crisis.

Jeremiah’s insecurity was palpable—not from lacking looks or wealth, but from being an illegitimate child. Raylee tried to soothe him.

“You’re exceptional. To me, you’re unattainable.”

“Thank you, my dear fiancée,” Jeremiah said, caressing her cheek. His tender gaze abruptly shifted, and he slapped her. “If I’m so outstanding, why did you make a fool of me?”

Raylee was dazed. “Slap me again if it’ll help!” she said, numb.

Jeremiah gently touched the red mark on her face, his voice softening with remorse. “I didn’t mean to, Ray-Ray. Did it hurt? I won’t hit you again. I’d be heartbroken.”

Raylee glared at him. Feeling his touch, a chill ran down her spine, but she suppressed her discomfort.

“What do you need to be appeased? Tell me. Just send me back to my country, and I’ll do anything you ask!”