Nathan changed his posture, so he was laying on his side and facing Suzanne.His voice was especially attractive in the pitch-black room, like some midnight radio host. Even his breathing was alluring. "I married you even though I didn't like you all because Grandma wanted me to. It was very disrespectful and irresponsible of me."It was rare to meet a man who could self-reflect, be responsible, and respect women in the world these days. What was more, a man who had both power and wealth, like Nathan.Suzanne couldn't resist lying on her side to face him. She rested her head on her hand and asked gently, "You must have a lot of admirers, Nathan.""I don't know. No one's ever confessed their feelings to me," Nathan said lightly. "What about you? Is there someone you like?""Yes," Suzanne said decidedly. Oh, how she wanted to confess it to him.But she wasn't brave enough.Nathan was always so cold and reserved. His domineering air made most women tremble when approaching him. W
Suzanne lay on the side of the bed where Nathan had slept last night. She closed her eyes, reminiscing all that had happened with him last night.Suzanne ate instant noodles for lunch. When the doorbell rang, she set her fork down and went to open the door. Cole was standing outside with some vases of flowers around him. He handed Suzanne some cash and said respectfully, "Good afternoon, Madam. Here's the money from the flowers."Suzanne stared at the money and asked curiously, "Wasn't there a thunderstorm last night? How did it all sell out?""General Morrison had me go sell them at the workers' dormitories."Suzanne recalled Nathan's phone call last night and smiled. She happily accepted the cash. "Thank you."Cole then said, "General Morrison also asked me to drive you home, Madam."Suzanne was taken aback.With Sally in mind, she didn't want to step into Sudvilla again.After some thought, Suzanne asked, "Does Nathan want me to return to Sudvilla?""Yes, Madam. But he re
Fog and mist covered the air the next morning. The spring sun had yet to peek out from the clouds.Suzanne was woken up by some noise outside her bedroom. She put on her sweater and got out of the room.Some servants were moving a bunch of furniture and other items down from the second floor.Florence and Gary were in the living room downstairs, still dressed in their pajamas."Why are you leaving all of a sudden, Dukie? You know your father and I like it when our family is living together. Why don't you just continue living here?"Suzanne looked down from the railing, vaguely understanding what was going on.Wendy soon arrived in the living room, nosy as ever. She didn't hesitate to get straight to the point. "Dukie, Suzanne only just moved back in yesterday, yet you guys are already moving out today. You two clearly don't like her. We're all family here. Why do you have to behave so cruelly?"Duke Morrison and his wife Layla Unvine no longer wanted to keep up their act upon he
Suzanne was convinced. Wendy helped her dress up before the event.Only when they arrived did Suzanne realize it was no ordinary event. It was a world-class rare collectors' items sales event held on an extravagant cruise ship. Countless illegal artifacts were being put up for sale.Suzanne noticed the painting she had reproduced during Vera's birthday was also on sale.She pointed at the painting and asked Wendy, "What is the meaning of this, Wendy?"Wendy's eyes glinted in excitement. She pointed around her and said, "Look, Suzanne. All the guests here tonight are from high society. They spend hundreds of thousands every time they buy something. If our painting sells, we're bound to earn a lot."Suzanne said unhappily, "Let me ask you this—how did you get this painting here?"Wendy smiled awkwardly and said in a hushed voice, "Grandma received so many presents on her birthday. One present less won't matter. Plus, she accepted Sally's imitation too."Suzanne's hands clenched
The people around them started gossiping after hearing that. Suzanne gripped the painting tightly in her hands and glowered at Wendy. Wendy was truly materialistic. She worshiped nothing but money and status. However, Suzanne didn't waver. She held her ground and said firmly, "Wendy, your loss has nothing to do with me. I drew this for Grandma. You can explain yourself to the cops as to why my work appeared here."Wendy paled the moment the police were brought up. She froze, not knowing what to do. Just then, a man with a gentle voice interrupted them, "Once this ship sails into the high seas, no country's government nor its authorities has the right to interfere with the transactions made here." Everyone turned to the source of the voice. The person who spoke was a man in his mid-thirties. He wore a white suit and a pair of golden-rimmed glasses. He carried himself in a sophisticated and elegant air. A shiver ran up Suzanne's spine the moment her gaze landed on his handsom
The woman's words were cut short because some of the pirates already had their rifles aimed at her. The next instant, gunshots punctured the air, terrifying everyone except for the pirates. They fired several times, and the woman collapsed in a mushy puddle of blood and flesh.Screams filled the air. No one had the guts to move. Terrified, Suzanne felt that her palms had turned clammy. Feeling Oliver's hand on her shoulder, she gently pushed his hand away from her. "Don't move," Oliver said under his breath, his tone anxious. Gingerly, Suzanne raised her eyes to look at the pirate who spoke. Just like the other pirates, he wore a mask. He was pacing around as he looked carefully at all of the antiques that were on display. A moment later, he spoke slowly in Dorzanian. "The waters are mine. Everything you have here belongs to me now. Your money, jewelry, and antiques are all mine." He added, "But these aren't that important. What I want is a gram of hydronium. Who has it?
Sensing that something was off, the head of the pirates turned to scan his surroundings. But two guns were pressed against his temples before he could even steady his rifle. Startled, he froze. Just then, a large group of armed men in black armor barged in. The air they exuded was nothing short of formidable and imposing. Among them, Suzanne could make out a man who seemed especially intimidating compared to the others. Now, she knew who they were. They were the Norvanian military. Nathan had come here with them. Overwhelmed by emotions, Suzanne's heart raced at the sight of him. Nathan would always appear whenever she was in danger. And although he didn't come for her, she still felt rather touched to see him. Just then, Sally stood up from the ground and yelled, "Nate! You're here! I'm saved!" Suzanne froze when she heard the voice. The gleam in her eyes faded as an excited Sally rushed over to Nathan. However, Nathan stopped her. His eyes were solemn when he told h
Everyone else looked at her expectantly. Cole, Lucas, and the military men stared at her in amazement. It never occurred to them that Suzanne could understand Dorzanian, a language from a small and lesser-known country. Nathan was shocked as well. The surprise in his eyes was apparent despite him appearing calm and unfazed. After recomposing himself for a bit, he asked, "A gram of?" Suzanne took into consideration that he was on a mission, so it wasn't appropriate for her to speak about it just like this. After giving it some thought, she said, "A gram of the rare element you're looking for."An incomprehensible light flashed across Nathan's eyes before he turned to look at the pirate and said, "Let go of her and give me the item. Then, I'll let you go." Suzanne's heart ached upon hearing what he said. He still cared so much about Sally. Despite the turmoil inside her, she translated his words for the pirate. The head of the pirates spoke in Dorzanian after hearing what