Chapter 619: Perhaps It’s a Conspiracy

Ivy Sherwood still couldn’t accept the fact that her grandfather had passed away, but she knew that acting this way would only worry the Mercer family, so she pretended not to be as heartbroken as she truly was.

Turning around, she saw Miles Mercer and Nina Scott.

"Miles, Nina." Ivy placed the urn in Miles’s hands. "Miles, I’ll leave Grandpa to you."

"Ivy, please don’t be so sad."

Ivy shook her head and forced a smile. "Don’t worry. Grandpa wanted me to live a happy life. I’ve already moved on."

When she was little, she had held her mother’s urn alone and cried for three hours. Her so-called father, Timothy Sherwood, hadn’t cared at all; he had merely urged her to hurry up and place the urn in the tomb. After all, once everything was handled, Timothy had a business trip to catch. He hadn’t cared in the slightest about Ivy’s feelings at the time. He hadn’t even cared about Winter Mercer.

After burying her mother, Timothy left on his business trip and didn’t return for a week. Meanwhile, Ivy had knelt in the cemetery for a whole week. She knew then that she no longer had a mother.

Back then, Ivy felt she had no family left. But now, even though she had lost her grandfather, she still had her uncles and her brothers. They all cared for her and worried about her, so she couldn’t let them fret over her anymore. Besides, they were hurting just as much as she was; she couldn’t make them take care of her on top of that.

"Miles, Nina, don’t be sad either," Ivy said. "Grandpa is just accompanying us in a different way. As long as he remains in our hearts, he will always be with us.

"I’m going to check on my uncle and aunt to make sure they aren’t too heartbroken."

By staying strong, Ivy was now taking care of the others instead.

Since the old master’s ashes needed to be sent to Elandra, they would likely all depart in the next couple of days. They had asked Ivy if she wanted to go with them, as the funeral was planned to be held in Elandra. Ivy definitely wanted to attend, but she was originally scheduled to get her marriage certificate with Quentin Blackwood the next day. Ivy didn’t want to wait any longer; she wanted to marry Quentin. As soon as Quentin returned, they would head straight there the next morning.

She wondered how Quentin was faring. At that moment, it started to rain. It was as if the heavens could no longer hold back their tears, releasing the sorrow that had been suppressed for the past two days. The rain poured heavily, accompanied by sweeping gales that threatened to uproot the nearby trees.

As the sudden downpour hit, Quentin had just arrived at the pier and boarded his yacht. He was certain that Jason Summers’s yacht had already set sail. If they didn’t pursue him immediately, Jason might escape for good.

According to their surveillance, a massive cruise ship was anchored in the waters a few dozen kilometers away. It was likely Jason’s backup. Furthermore, a helicopter was parked on the top deck of the cruise ship, treating the vessel entirely as a helipad. If Jason boarded the ship, he would very likely flee directly via helicopter. Tracking him down at that point would be far more troublesome, so they absolutely could not let Jason board that cruise ship.

Despite the heavy rain, Quentin boarded the yacht. Zane Linton also rushed over, following Quentin on board. The sea was churning with relentless wind and waves. The sky hung oppressively low, so dark it seemed as if night had already fallen.

Quentin’s yacht sped out at a blistering pace. Zane was extremely worried. "President Blackwood, maybe we shouldn’t pursue him. The storm is too fierce and dangerous. Safety should come first."

Zane knew Quentin was determined to catch Jason, but given the extreme weather, catching him wouldn’t be easy. Quentin stared ahead. Visibility was incredibly poor; he could barely see a thing. Pressing the pursuit in these conditions was undeniably perilous. It certainly wasn’t worth risking more lives just for someone like Jason Summers.

The storm showed no signs of subsiding. Quentin ordered his yacht to turn back, simultaneously commanding the other yachts to do the same. This stretch of sea connected to other cities and ports. Quentin had already contacted the authorities in those areas; once the storm passed and Jason attempted to dock, they would immediately move in to capture or snipe him.

If Jason chose to flee by helicopter, apprehending him would be harder, but they could at least track his location and figure out where he was hiding. What Quentin feared was that Jason might employ another smokescreen—having someone else take the helicopter while he remained on the cruise ship, waiting for it to dock so he could slip away. Or perhaps the cruise ship itself was a decoy, and he would simply escape on his yacht, which would be far more convenient.

Prioritizing safety, Quentin abandoned the pursuit and began the journey back.

Just then, Zane gasped as he saw an incoming message. "President Blackwood, Jason’s yacht seems to be heading this way too! Maybe the storm is too much for him to handle, and he’s planning to dock?"

"Let me see." Quentin took the tablet and stared at the satellite tracking icon on the screen. Jason’s massive cruise ship was indeed heading toward their pier.

If Jason was truly turning back, this would be the perfect opportunity to capture him! Zane knew Quentin was ready to act, as their own yacht began to slow its return. He understood the urgency of the situation. Given the cruise ship’s speed, it wouldn’t be long before it returned to the pier.

"This really is a fantastic opportunity for us, President Blackwood. Even the heavens are on our side," Zane said.

With this, Jason would definitely not be able to escape.

Quentin replied, "Don’t celebrate just yet. Jason isn’t that easy to deal with."

Quentin waited for Jason’s cruise ship to approach. However, when it was still over ten kilometers away from the pier, the vessel stopped moving.

"President Blackwood, Jason must be doing this on purpose. He knows we have people intercepting him here, so he stopped over there," Zane noted.

"As long as his cruise ship remains there, we have a chance," Quentin ordered. "The storm seems to have eased a bit. Send some men over to assess the situation. If they spot Jason, they don’t need to leave him alive. But of course, they must protect themselves. If anything feels off, retreat immediately. Safety comes first!"

Quentin wasn’t entirely sure what Jason was scheming. Until he figured out Jason’s true intentions, they couldn’t act rashly. Quentin stared ahead at the relentless waves, his brows furrowed tightly.

Soon, a message came back from their men: "President Blackwood, there doesn’t seem to be anyone on the cruise ship, and we haven’t spotted Jason yet. Should we approach quietly and sneak aboard to check?"

The men dispatched were from the police department. Having received their orders from above, they were eager to quickly apprehend a cancer to society like Jason.

"No!" Quentin immediately rejected the idea. "Do not board, and do not get too close! Just observe from a distance. This might be Jason’s trap!"

He knew Jason too well. The man was absolutely not the type to sit around and wait for death. The quieter it was, the more likely it was a trap.

However, the police officers felt it would be a shame to waste such a golden opportunity. One of them said, "King, how about I carefully head over and take a look? I’ve been trained for this. I definitely won’t be discovered."