Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 225

Half an hour ago.

After following the maid to dress up, Rachel didn't immediately return to her room. Instead, she went to a remote area on the other side of the deck. There was a clear yellow mark on the floor, which was a platform for a helicopter to land. The staff would occasionally come up here to rest.

But since most of them were attending the celebration party tonight, there was no one else here at the moment. Rachel leaned forward slightly with her elbows against the railing, letting the refreshing sea breeze blow through her thick black hair. 

Suddenly, the sound of rushing footsteps came from behind.

"Boss, it's Alice. Watch out!" Quintin's urgent warning resonated from Rachel's earpiece.

The attacker quickened her pace, closing in on her target like a vicious predator. A sneer formed at the corner of Rachel's mouth. She had expected this assault on her and was well-prepared for it. With a fierce look in her eyes, she calmly turned around.

"Rachel, I'll kill you!" Alice screamed at the top of her lungs and charged forward with a knife in hand. In the heat of the moment, she didn't notice the rope lying across the floor.

Crash!

Caught unaware, Alice tripped over the rope and fell heavily to the floor. Her knees hit the floor, and she cried out in pain while the knife fell a few feet away from her. Rachel simply stood there with an icy gaze directed at the dazed Alice.

Trying to ignore the searing pain in her legs, Alice forced herself to get back up and grabbed the knife with her hand. But before she could even take a step forward, her knees soon buckled, and she fell once more.

Alice couldn't exert any strength, as if her ankle was tied to something. No matter how hard she wriggled and squirmed, she couldn't break loose from it.

The veins on the back of her palm suddenly turned red.

It seemed that the drug was taking effect again.

The rope that tripped her was right next to her feet, but she felt that it was tightly wrapped around her ankle. There was a wild look in Alice's eyes as she tried hard to tug at the rope with all her effort, desperate to break free. But in reality, she was pulling on her own trousers.

Within seconds, a loud crack rippled in the night air. Alicehad just ripped her trouser legs.

But she didn't stop tugging. The crazed woman looked atRachel with wide eyes and shouted, "Untie me! Untie menow!"

It lasted for two minutes. Because Alice pulled on the trouser legs with brute force, the palms of her hands turned red as her nails sunk through the fabric into her own flesh. At that point, some wounds were starting to show. But Alice didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Her attention was solely on the imaginary rope.