Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 617: Wanting to Have Her (2)
Later, Summer Sutton spent the entire day on the cruise ship.
In the evening, the cruise ship host invited many people, mostly Europeans.
As an important guest, Manuel Ink engaged in conversation with the host from the start of the party.
Summer Sutton, with nothing to do, went out to the corridor alone to feel the breeze.
The night at sea was quite windy.
As soon as Summer Sutton reached the railing, the veil on her face was blown away, fluttering far off into the distance.
She turned around to chase after it and happened to pass by a European man in the corridor.
He glanced in her direction, staring at her face for quite a while, and then said something in French to her.
Summer Sutton had difficulty understanding English, let alone French.
Whatever he said, she couldn’t make out a single word.
However, from his eyes, she sensed malice.
From the other end of the corridor, Manuel Ink approached slowly.
His glance nonchalantly swept in Summer Sutton’s direction, and he bent down to pick up the veil from the ground, then slowly came to her side, helping her put it back on.
"I told you to stick close to me!" he threw her a casual remark, walking ahead towards the dining hall.
Summer Sutton didn’t dare to look at the French man who had just spoken, quickly catching up to him with her head down.
In the restaurant, Mr. Sun helped her select a variety of foods and pushed them her way.
Just as Summer Sutton sat down, the French man from the corridor approached.
With a flurry of words in French, he said something to Mr. Sun, and Manuel Ink’s face darkened in displeasure.
Summer Sutton couldn’t understand their conversation, but from Manuel Ink’s expression, she knew the French man was making unreasonable demands.
And it was surely related to her.
Was this man asking Manuel Ink for her?
Summer Sutton guessed, and she guessed correctly.
The French man lacked the typical French gentleman’s manners, and after conversing with Manuel Ink for a while, not getting his way, he suddenly pulled out a gun.
As he drew it, his companions followed suit and brandished their weapons.
Before Summer Sutton could react, the room was filled with the sound of gunfire, turning the once peaceful cabin into chaos.
In a panic, Summer Sutton looked around, searching for a place to hide, when suddenly a black coat enveloped her head from above, shielding her as a strong arm pulled her into a protective embrace.
An arm shielded her head, pressing her into his chest, while Manuel Ink, holding a gun, skillfully maneuvered them backward.
All Summer Sutton could hear were the constant gunshots clattering around her, not even able to see how he fought back, but inside the cabin, many had already fallen.
His movements were graceful and calm, handling the opponents alone without a hint of fear.
As if such occurrences were nothing new to him.
Summer Sutton didn’t dare to raise her head, continuing to retreat with him.
Manuel Ink had also brought bodyguards, but there were only about a dozen.
After the party started, his bodyguards had all moved out of the cabin and weren’t present on the scene.
By the time they heard the gunshots and rushed in, Manuel Ink was almost out of the area.
A group of bodyguards surrounded him, covering his retreat.
The French man, however, had brought a significantly larger group, several times more than Manuel Ink’s.
Manuel Ink had handled many of them alone, just on the brink of escaping when—
