"What exactly do you mean?" Ivy called Caleb. "Get me out of here. How come Mrs. Tang is on this ship too? Is Jared Quinn also on board now? You're not trying to save me at all; you're setting me up."
"You're wrong. I am having someone get you out, but whether you can leave on the ship is up to your own skills," the male voice over the phone was particularly magnetic.
"I'm not the one driving the ship! How am I supposed to leave?" Ivy nearly screamed. "I don't care what you're planning; make the ship head overseas right now. I want to leave here. I don't want to go back."
"Then it's up to your skills," Caleb chuckled lightly.
After all, she was just a pawn in his hands. What did he care about her life or death?
However, when would that young lady learn to become as ruthless and cunning as he was?
"Caleb, Caleb, even if I die, I won't let you off," Ivy shouted.
He coldly hung up the phone.
