Chapter 220

“But what if that spy sneaks into our homes?” the voice asked, bringing an abrupt halt to their joy. “What if he kills us all in our sleep?”

The thought was like a cold splash of water on their excitement, and the group fell silent. They exchanged uneasy glances.

“We should check on him,” someone suggested quietly.

“Or kill him.” Gerald added quietly.

The group hesitated. The thrill of reaching land was momentarily forgotten as they turned back toward the yacht’s kitchen. A few of them made their way to the kitchen with hesitant footsteps, as if they were approaching a scene they weren’t ready to face.

None of them were.

When they reached the door, Sandra, who had been at the front of the group, cautiously pushed it open. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.

Ethan was seated at the table, his expression cold and indifferent, staring at the spy slumped in the chair across from him. The man’s face was pale, and blood dripped from his mouth, pooling on the floor.

His eyes w