A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1690 - 363: Escaping the Island, Fearless with Support (Thirteenth Update)
Hailan knelt at her feet, gently massaging her calves, a hint of triumph flashing in his lowered eyes. The world was finally quiet; the master could only belong to me alone.
However... he only reacted now, realizing the young man had been pretending all along, pretending to be deaf and mute, pretending to be a fool. Was he waiting for an opportunity to escape?
At least he had some self-awareness.
But there was always this feeling of being used by someone, which felt somewhat uncomfortable at heart.
However, thinking that the person was already gone and no longer a threat to him, he felt relieved again.
Butler Ziyu lowered his head even more; he dared not respond to these words, thinking of the young man’s pair of clean, clear eyes. He had been pretending all along, which was terrifying, as even he and the master were deceived. Truly, he was the master’s biological son...
"He is no longer on the island now." The woman suddenly spoke.
Butler Ziyu was startled for a moment and suddenly thought of the ship that patrolled every day at eight o’clock, "I’ll contact the captain right now, to make sure the young master is brought back safely."
Butler Ziyu turned around and walked away quickly after speaking.
The woman said nothing, her eyes narrowed slightly, watching quietly at Butler Ziyu’s departing figure.
"Master~" Hailan began softly.
The woman lowered her eyes to glance at him, the cold gaze making Hailan shiver inside, causing him to lower his eyelashes nervously.
The woman’s icy fingers lifted his chin. As she spoke, his eyes filled with anticipation instantly turned to panic.
"No one can scheme in front of me."
Was she referring to Ji Yunmiao, or herself?
Calming his mind, he smiled, "Naturally, it’s that young man’s ignorance. How good the master was to him, yet he didn’t appreciate it..."
The woman curled her lips, "What do you think he is to me?"
Hailan was taken aback, "Of course, just like Hailan, we’re all your pets, master. Even if we must die, we can only die by your side."
The woman suddenly squeezed his neck; everything happened so suddenly that Hailan couldn’t react and suddenly couldn’t breathe.
"You are wrong."
The pair of eyes were cold and boundless, flickering with an eerie crimson glow, like a gaze from Hell. A chill rose from his feet upwards.
"In comparison to him, you’ll never have that qualification."
The woman’s cold sarcasm pierced his heart like a sharp sword, gradually making him unable to breathe. The woman’s eyes still carried a smile, looking so proudly beautiful...
He finally closed his eyes in reluctant despair. Until death, he never understood why the master wanted to kill him, why he wasn’t qualified compared to that young man...
Yet, in the end, he would never have the chance to know.
The woman released her grip and slowly wiped her fingers with a handkerchief, her face indifferent. The handkerchief slowly drifted onto Hailan’s face, covering it.
She abruptly turned and left, "Clean it up."
Two shadows appeared, silently dragging the body away.
"When I like you, you’re a dog. When I don’t, you’re not even a dog." —
The captain received a satellite phone call, his expression immediately turning solemn, gathering the crew together.
All the sailors gathered on the deck, the captain’s gaze swept over them one by one.
"Captain, a report, someone is missing."
The captain’s gaze sharpened: "Who?"
"Mark from the second team."
"Everyone on alert. An unidentified person has mixed aboard the ship. Everyone, stay in your place; first team, come with me to search."
"Captain, we’ve found Mark’s trace." A crew member came to report.
In the storage room filled with clutter, a man in a sailor uniform was curled up with his back to everyone. A crew member handed the captain an ID: "It’s confirmed to be Mark, but he seems to have a high fever and is delirious."
The captain’s gaze swept over the slender-backed figure, then looked again at the photo of the clearly burly man, slightly squinting his eyes.
Step by step, he walked towards the man, grabbing the man’s shoulder to reveal the face. Seeing that face, the captain abruptly stepped back, as if touching something filthy, rubbing his fingers harshly on his pants.
The man’s face was covered in blood, looking very frightening, like someone with a contagious disease.
Looking again at the photo, it was impossible to distinguish anything from the face. The photo wasn’t taken recently; with the sea winds and rains, anyone would get thinner.
"The sea patrol this time will take at least three days to return. His illness can’t be delayed, but we can’t go back just for him. What should we do?"
The captain decisively said, "Throw him into the sea and send a condolence payment to his relatives when we return." In case the person had a contagious disease, the entire ship would be doomed.
