Chapter 1304 - 1244: Ruthlessly Slapped in the Face

"You can leave now." Night Owl said to Victoria Logan.

When Night Owl spoke to Victoria, he was looking at Sienna Johnson, who was muttering in her sleep, appearing exceptionally pitiful.

Victoria didn’t leave; she also looked at Sienna and said, "I’ve realized that I was quite annoying before."

Night Owl had no desire to converse and was applying a cold compress to Sienna. He regretted in silence; if only he’d known she was so fragile, he wouldn’t have punished her.

This was the first time he had seen Sienna so vulnerable.

Victoria continued to speak on her own, "Clearly you don’t like me, yet I kept pestering you. Love is something that must be mutual..."

"What do you mean?" Night Owl heard something amiss in Victoria’s words.

Victoria said, "When one is sick, they’re at their most vulnerable; she’s been calling Adrian Desmond’s name in her dreams, so deep down Adrian must be the most important person to her."

"Dr. Logan, when did you become a psychologist?" Night Owl finally set his sights on Victoria, but his gaze was ablaze.

She knew that he didn’t like what she had just said.

"When I was in Sileria City, I heard that Senior Sienna and her husband were very close; they even have four kids... I just think you brought her here by force, and she’s very pitiable..."

"Continue!"

"What?"

"I asked you to continue talking."

"I’ve finished!"

Night Owl, following her words, continued, "Next, you probably want to say that I should treasure the person in front of me, that I should marry you?"

"No..."

"Stop dreaming, someone like you is only suitable for sleeping around, marrying you... you’re not even as good-looking as I am."

Victoria’s face turned red immediately, realizing he’d misunderstood her, and hurriedly explained, "I admit, I used to love you, pursued you, made you dislike me, but now I’ve realized that feelings can’t be forced."

That day at the dock, I actually decided to leave."

"..."

Victoria looked at the handsome-faced man; "bad boys attract women," she hadn’t thought she’d love such a bad man one day. Thankfully, she woke up in time and didn’t continue to fall.

Women who fall for bad men usually don’t have a good ending.

"I just didn’t expect to run into you again when I was about to leave..." Victoria’s tone carried complex emotions, difficult to clarify.

"So what?" Night Owl coldly asked.

"Nothing!" Victoria took a deep breath and said with a smile, "I just feel bad for Senior Sienna, so I spoke from the heart..."

Night Owl cruelly and heartlessly said, "Who do you think you are, daring to preach to me?"

"..."

"Do you think saving me makes you superior in my eyes?"

"I didn’t..." Victoria hadn’t expected Night Owl to think this way, feeling both awkward and upset, wanting to clarify, but Night Owl didn’t allow her to speak.

"You should listen, in my eyes, you’re nothing but a b*tch. When I had physical needs, I had you accompany me a few times.

But that doesn’t mean anything."

"..."

"When I left, I paid you for your services; you followed me to Abyanabad, for what?

Have you seen a client marry the prostitute?"

Victoria’s face burned with intensity, feeling slapped in the face, looking at this man with a mix of anger, rage, and shame.

"I understand it all now, so please stop speaking!"

"Get lost!" Night Owl withdrew his gaze, changing his expression. Upon seeing Sienna Johnson, he softened.

Victoria finally understood the indefinable emotions in her heart; it was... jealousy!

She was jealous of Sienna Johnson, who received Night Owl’s love without doing anything.

She had abandoned her self-respect, given up everything, crossed the sea from Orienta to Abyanabad searching for this man, yet not only did she fail to win his heart, she made herself despicable.

Indeed, a woman needs to be reserved; men don’t like women who present themselves, nor do they respect them.

She was cheap, no one else to blame.

Tears shimmered in Victoria Logan’s eyes as she turned and ran out of the room.

...

At sea, Sabrina Conner was drinking hot fish soup aboard a small fishing boat.

He had swum for a day and a night in the ocean; if not for encountering this fishing boat, Sabrina almost died in the sea.

At this moment, Sabrina had shed his disguise, revealing his youthful face, believing himself more handsome than the old man, wearing his face was torturous.

"Young man, would you like some more?" the old man asked.

The old man was quite elderly, with all-white hair, and a weathered face full of creases from years of ocean winds.

"Thank you, I’m full." After drinking the hot fish soup, Sabrina felt alive again.

Josie’s identity was uncovered, and upon hearing Sienna Johnson was locked in the Imperial Mausoleum of Abyanabad, Sabrina promptly chose to leave quietly to inform Adrian.

Unexpectedly, the yacht was too far from shore, and he’d swam for a day and a night without reaching it. Just as he was in despair, the old man’s fishing boat appeared.

Unfortunately, his phone was water-damaged beyond repair, and the old man had no phone. Everything would have to wait until they reached shore for further planning.

"Old man, can this boat go faster? I have an urgent matter." Sabrina urged.

"Young man, this boat is older than I am; inherited from my father. It’s old and doesn’t move fast; slowing down just delays time, but it’ll definitely make it to shore.

If it goes too fast and the engine burns out, we’ll be stuck drifting at sea."

Sabrina asked, "Old man, all the fishing boats have been upgraded; can’t you buy better equipment? Can you catch fish like this?"

"My son has money; I don’t lack funds. I insist on fishing to entertain myself; it’s fine even if I don’t catch fish," the old man said with an open heart.

"Since your son is wealthy, why didn’t he buy you a phone?"

Sabrina now just wanted a phone to quickly inform Adrian; Night Owl would surely sense something wrong, and if delayed, unexpected issues could arise.

"What use is a phone? He never calls anyway," the old man said sullenly, lighting a cigarette.

The fishing boat chugged along, its engine sounding like an elderly man coughing, as if it might break down at any moment, keeping everyone worried it could fail.

Sabrina gazed at the vast ocean and asked, "Old man, how far are we from shore now?"

"Ten nautical miles!"

Sabrina calculated the distance and realized he could swim back faster.

Ten nautical miles was a distance he could manage, and shark presence was rare.