Chapter 1320 - 1260: Nine Lives

"There’s food in the kitchen, go eat."

"..."

"However, after eating, honestly stay in your room and don’t cause trouble, otherwise I can’t help you." Sienna Johnson warned sternly.

She worried that Victoria Logan might sabotage Adrian Desmond’s plan.

This woman, in a crisis, could go as far as to lure away sharks for her own sake, there’s nothing she wouldn’t do.

Sienna Johnson didn’t trust her.

Victoria Logan looked at Sienna Johnson and saw Sienna’s cold attitude towards her, remembering what she’d done and knowing Sienna surely resented her.

Victoria took a deep breath and said, "Senior, I’m sorry... At that time at sea, I had no choice... The child inside me is so small, it would be too pitiful if it never got a chance to see the world."

"..."

"So, I... I’m sorry. Whether you scold me or hit me, I have no complaints." Victoria apologized sincerely.

"You don’t need to apologize to me, you didn’t do anything wrong."

Sienna didn’t blame Victoria. Faced with survival, people are selfish. Sienna felt there was nothing wrong with Victoria asking her to lure away sharks and escape in such a moment.

However, since Victoria treated her this way, she too would treat Victoria in kind.

She’s no saint, she’s not going to offer the other cheek after being slapped.

"Senior, I..."

There was nothing more to say, and Sienna didn’t want to deal with Victoria. Using the iron rod as a crutch, she limped away.

Returning to her room, Sienna closed the door and sat quietly, looking at the round glass window as night had fallen. She realized she had slept the whole day away.

Knock knock...

The door was knocked again; Sienna had locked it from inside, preventing anyone from entering. She asked, "Who?"

If it were Victoria, she wouldn’t bother to respond.

"Madam, it’s me, Alyssa."

Brandon Potter was left behind to take care of Sienna, having heard movement, she came to find her.

"Wait."

Sienna used the iron rod, limping, she came over to open the door and saw Brandon, she smiled gently.

"Alyssa, what are you doing here?" Sienna was much more affectionate towards Brandon Potter.

Brandon held a fruit platter in her hands, consisting of various fruits, peeled and cut into small pieces.

"Sixth Master has matters to attend to and left me to take care of you. Madam, please have some fruit. Sabrina Conner is cooking."

"Sabrina can cook?" Sienna’s impression of Sabrina was rather unreliable.

Brandon looked embarrassed, "At least it’s tastier than mine."

Brandon only knew how to make poisonous food, and since Sienna was Adrian Desmond’s treasure, if Sienna ate her cooking and ended up sick, Brandon wouldn’t survive.

Brandon walked in with the fruit platter.

"Madam, have some fruit."

"Thank you."

Sienna truly was hungry, having only had breakfast in the morning and nothing since.

"Madam, as I was coming in, I saw a woman crying, what’s happened?"

Sienna laughed, "You don’t think I bullied her, do you?"

Brandon awkwardly laughed, "I’m just asking."

Sienna told Brandon about what Victoria did, and how Victoria apologized to her but was refused.

"... I told her she didn’t need to apologize, perhaps she misunderstood and thought I didn’t accept her apology.

Actually, in the face of life and death, everyone is self-centered.

At that time, being tied together would indeed lead to death. She merely made a sensible choice."

But Brandon vehemently disagreed, "That kind of woman is truly disgusting, doing such things and shamelessly begging for forgiveness... At the time, she pushed Madam towards death...

Now, Madam doesn’t accept her apology, and she cries as if Madam were at fault."

Sienna shook her head, "Everyone has their own goals, no need to bother with her." She quickly changed the topic, "Where has Adrian gone?"

"He took people to deal with Night Owl."

Sienna’s heart skipped a beat, she didn’t expect Adrian to act so quickly. This Night Owl was exceedingly cunning, like a nine-lived feline spirit, always escaping danger, Sienna feared Night Owl might escape again.

...

Mist Island, the island shrouded in dense fog.

It originally had no name, but Adrian named it specifically for this operation.

people stood on the deck, ready for action.

These were the men who had previously participated in the raid of Death Island, skilled and experienced, Adrian was pleased with the people brought from Marion.

"Whoever kills Night Owl and brings his head to me will get 1.5 million Westorian Dollars!" Adrian shouted loudly to everyone.

Adrian spared no expense to deal with Night Owl.

"Kill Night Owl!" The crowd shouted loudly.

"Departure!"

"Yes!"

people jumped off the ship, quickly swimming towards Mist Island, landing on the beach, entering Mist Island.

Adrian didn’t enter, he stood on the ship, observing Mist Island with binoculars, with a sniper rifle beside him. If Night Owl dared appear on the beach and was exposed in his sight, he would shoot him instantly.

In this operation, Tatu and Brett Jacobs led the team, and Adrian trusted their abilities.

Half an hour passed, but there were no gunshots or similar sounds from the island.

Marion asked, "Sixth Master, why haven’t we heard anything?"

"Perhaps they haven’t found Night Owl yet."

An hour passed, someone came to report to Adrian, saying Night Owl hadn’t been found.

The island was so secluded, ships rarely visited the area, could Night Owl have flown away?

Adrian personally went to check the island, searching all likely places Night Owl could stay, but still didn’t find a trace of him.

Marion saw Adrian’s angry expression and carefully asked, "Sixth Master, Night Owl is now a stray dog, he’ll eventually die by your hand."

"As long as Night Owl exists, I won’t have peace of mind."

No fear of thieves stealing, but fear of thieves plotting, Adrian couldn’t tolerate Night Owl eyeing his woman.

"Check if there have been any vessels passing this way recently?"

"Yes, Sixth Master."

Adrian stood on his ship, watching Mist Island fade in the distance, feeling deeply disheartened. If he informed Sienna, she would be upset too.

Marion hung up the phone, looking solemnly, "Sixth Master, I’ve discovered. Amanda Abraham Nathaniel’s vessel from Kalare passed through here..."