Chapter 709
Before Felicia could even express her disdain, a small, exquisitely crafted throwing, knife whizzed through the air, heading straight for Pete. If he hadn’t reacted fast enough, that blade would have pierced right through his eye.
the sharp edge still grazed the side of his face, loning behind a thin, bloody mark
The one who threw the knife was none other than Stephan himsel
Calmly, he handed Felicia a freshly peeled apple. She took it and took a bite, finding the sweet, crisp taste of it surprisingly pleasant, just like that, the irritation Pete’s shameless words had sparked in her vanished entirch.
She sat back in her lounge chair, entirely uninterested in acknowledging Pete any farther.
Pete, neatly stabbed moments ago, immediately toned down his arrogance. He dared not say another word, though only he knew how much resentment and anger boiled inside
him
On the deck, Stanley lowered his voice and asked, “Mr. Russell, do you want to take care of him now?”
Pete had plotted against them way too many times, and each time was enough to warrant his death. No matter what, Stephan would never let him walk away from this alive.
But they were still out at sea, and there were more pressing matters at hand. First, they had to resolve Maurice’s situation. Once that was dealt with, Pete’s death was inevitable.
Stephan cast a casual glance in Stanley’s direction, not even bothering to speak. That was enough for Stanley to understand his intention.
“Got it, Mr. Russell Leave it to me. Once we reach our destination, I’ll make sure that bastard suks nice and East, Stanley replied smoothly.
Next to them, Felicia blinked, pretending not to have heard their conversation.
Just then, the already dark sky grew even gloomier Thick storm clouds rolled in above them, and streaks of hening slashed through the sky, both brilliant and menacing A crew member hurried over, shouting, “Mr. Russell, ma’am, a heavy storm is coming!”
Before his words even finished, large drops of rain began to pour d
down.
The crew, experienced as they were, had studied the sea’s weather conditions and had predical smooth sailing. There had been no indications of a storm, let alone something.
this severe
Yet they had been wrong. This wasn’t just a heavy storm–it was a full–blown thunderstorm, accompanied by the early signs of a brewing ocean hurricane!
Rain pounded the deck, lightning flashed across the sky, and the vast sea churned violently as though something mass we was about to emerge from the depths below.
Felicia and Stephan exchanged glances but remained where they stood
The commotion was so great that even Maurice’s men tushed out to check what was happening. In the face of such raw, uncontrollable forces of nature, human beings seemed small and insignificant. All of them were gripped by an instinctive fear.
Maurice’s men had clearly never witnessed anything like this before. Being in the middle of the deep sea only added to their fear. What if a rogue wave struck? What if a whirlpool suddenly appeared? If the ship went down…
just the thought made their faces turn pale But despite their terror, they still felt one small shred of relief.
At least they weren’t on their original ship On Stephan’s high–grade vessel, with its sheer size and reinforced structure, they had a far better chance of surviving something like
Everyone clung to this belief–unt
unthinkable happened.
The sea surged violently, and just a few nautical miles away, the water began spiraling downward. A whirlpool was forming
The previous crew member cried out in panc, “start the engines! We need to get away from here! The pull of that vortex is too strong. If we get caught, it’ll be disastrous!”
Felicia scanned the area, a strange feeling creeping into her chest,
This part of the ocean was a complete no–man’s Land Hardly any ships ever passed through. It was like a place entirely cut off from the outside world, governed by its own strange
magnetic field
For some reason, even though she knew nothing about this place, an eerie certainly settled over her
They weren’t pelling out of here.
