The swaying yacht gradually steadied, progressing at a consistent speed toward its destination.
Matthew Saxon stood on the deck.
Even though he was holding an umbrella, the rain still slanted onto him with the wind, soaking most of his shirt, and his hair was completely drenched.
He watched the dark rolling sea, his expression gradually darkening as well. His hand, clutching the railing, tightened repeatedly, as if he was about to crush it.
Under the storm, the sea was no longer a pure and refreshing blue, turning into a sinister black, like a bottomless abyss.
Pursued, and still missing...
Just these two pieces of information made his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
"Scarlett Yates..." His voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep fatigue.
Whether Alice Green's words were true or not, he had no time to ask in detail, nor time to analyze.
The only thought in his mind was that he must find her.
No matter what, he must find her.
