Chapter 191
Chapter 191
Time dragged by, and Zion counted every second with his heartbeat.
He closed his heavy eyes for a moment.
If Roy were here, he would have picked up on the signal right away and found him already. Gavin really was a big idiot if he still couldn’t figure it out.
Then suddenly, there was a loud bang as the cabin door was kicked open from the outside.
In the dim light, a tall figure appeared in front of Zion, standing against the light.
Zion froze, and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
“G p>
The figure moved. With a sharp spinning kick, he sent the black-clad bodyguard chasing after him flying backward.
Only then did Zion get a clear look at his face.
It was Gavin, that big idiot. Not Roy.
Without a word, Gavin walked over, crouched in front of him, and the moment he smelled blood, his expression shifted slightly. His hand found the wound in Zion’s abdomen with precise ease. Then he looked up at Zion’s bloodless face.
“How long ago did this happen?” he asked as he pulled out his phone.
Zion looked at him. Gavin didn’t waste time asking what had happened. He went straight to asking when it happened.
For some reason, that made Zion feel like maybe Gavin was actually pretty reliable.
That sense of reliability helped him calm down. He gave a brief explanation. “About three minutes after we came aboard. Ms. Scott went to the restroom and never came back out. I was attacked outside p>
Gavin relayed Zion’s words over the phone to Chris.
After hanging up, he tore open Zion’s shirt. Firing a gun on a ship was a major taboo, so the wound in Zion’s abdomen had clearly been made by a blade.
Chaotic footsteps rushed closer outside the cabin.
Gavin’s ears twitched. In one smooth motion, he got to his feet and gave Zion a quick pat on the head. ” Stay put p>
Then he shut the cabin door behind him.
At once, the sounds of fighting erupted outside. Blows landed hard, followed by screams, but through all
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of it, there wasn’t a single sound from Gavin.
Goosebumps broke out all over Zion’s skin.
Thinking back to the way Gavin had casually smacked him on the head just now, Zion cursed under his breath.
Who the hell was Gavin, really?
A yacht sped across the ocean, sending up sheets of white spray.
The violent jolting made Winter’s eyelids flutter.
The roar of the engine threw her heartbeat into chaos. When she opened her eyes, several unfamiliar, hard-faced men came into view.
Her first thought was that this year had to be cursed.
She remembered going to the restroom. The moment she opened the stall door, her fingertips went numb. A jolt of electricity shot through her body, and after that, everything went black.
Outside was the open sea, shrouded in mist. The salty ocean wind rushed into her nose.
Her stomach turned violently.
Who were these people now?
Her still-foggy mind began working fast, going through everyone she might have offended. Were they
Fabian Kane’s men?
Then she suddenly heard someone shout, “Someone’s coming after us p>
Winter’s heart clenched.
Through the window, blurred by seawater and mist, she looked out and saw a speedboat tearing across the water at a nearly impossible speed, closing in until it was running alongside the yacht.
The man on it was soaked through. In water and wind this cold, his face was drained of all color.
Winter froze.
It was Zac.
At once, the sound of guns being readied filled the yacht. Winter’s scalp went numb. Her pupils tightened as she stared at Zac on the speedboat.
Then the man steering the yacht cursed under his breath. “That’s the younger Davis son. We can’t touch
him p>
Winter’s heart sank.
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Her foggy mind cleared a little more.
If they couldn’t touch Zac, then these people had ties to the Davis family.
But she knew it couldn’t possibly be Zac.
Which meant it had to be his father,
A flash of memory crossed her mind from when she boarded the ship.
Zac and Eugene, standing together at the port.
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A passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.