Chapter 117

Tyrone rolled on the ground, narrowly evading the bullet.

Consumed by fury and humiliation, Sam forcefully kicked Heather aside. She stumbled backward, crashing into the railing before tumbling overboard from the ship.

As Heather plummeted into the sea, the final images etched into her mind were the sharp crack of gunfire and Caleb leading a group of people charging onto the fishing boat.

They were all Tyrone's men. That was a relief—Tyrone should be safe.

Unfortunately, Heather wasn't so lucky. She crashed heavily into the frigid ocean waters.

It was a chilly autumn night. The icy waters surrounded her completely, their frigid embrace pulling her under.

"Help me ... help... help."

Heather couldn't swim. Soon, her body began to sink, as if an invisible force were dragging her deeper. At the same time, the freezing seawater rushed into her mouth and nose, causing a sharp pain in her lungs.

Heather's struggles soon became weaker, and her consciousness slipped away as her body ra