Chapter 405


    Cordelia found it funny. The sentence “men aren’t reliable” tickled her spot. The old man was a man,


    too—was this hisment for himself as well?


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    “Mr. Irwin, men aren’t the same!” Cordeliaughed. “I’m confident in my man. He’s not like what you


    said.”


    “Silly! Would a bad person tell you they’re bad?” Rowan was both distressed and amused. “I’ll tell


    you based on my personal experience. You’ve got to think about yourself more! And you mustn’t


    trust someone easily!”


    “Your personal experience?” Cordelia caught the main point swiftly. “What have you experienced?”


    “I…” Rowan’s expression changed, and he went silent.


    What could he say? Tell her how he had taken advantage of her mother back then and how he had


    taken over Irwin Pharmaceuticals? Or should he tell her that he was the type of man who was


    unreliable and untrustworthy?


    Rowan suddenly lost the courage to be honest ande clean before Cordelia. He rose slowly and


    waved a hand, walking toward the yacht''s cockpit.


    Cordelia was a little regretful. It had been rude of her to ask that just now.


    She had a good impression of the man. She only knew that he was an Irwin too, as she had heard


    Zephyr address him as Mr. Irwin. Maybe it was because he shared the samest name with her


    mother that she felt inexplicably familiar with him.


    Cordelia paused before she followed Rowan into the cockpit.


    Rowan was currently in front of the master console as he worked it bit by bit, following the manual.


    Zephyr came back from washing the clothes.


    “What’s the matter?” He stood at the cockpit door, looking at Cordelia. “Did he…”


    “He found out how to activate the signal system of the yacht!” eximed Cordelia.


    Zephyr hurried over to help. Electricity flowed through the dashboard, and the monitor lit up.


    There was no signal for cell phones here, but thework of the yacht itself was usable. The


    network was unstable, and the coordinates shed in and out on the grid.


    “These are enough too.” Zephyr calmly analyzed and carefully entered a string of characters on the


    screen before he hit ‘Send’. “As long as there’s a tiny bit of signal here, we can be located, and the


    message will get to Josiah’s phone sooner orter.


    “He’ll be able to rescue us then!”


    Rowan nodded and looked rarely approving in his gaze.


    Zephyr tried to send a message to Josiah with internationallymon characters through the


    yacht’s signal. It took about 15 minutes before the first one was sent. He had sent their exact


    location directly.


    Next, Zephyr sent it to a few more people—Nichs, Seth, and Robert. The more people who


    received it, the bigger their chances of getting rescued were.


    “Take a break for now and turn it off.” Rowan tapped Zephyr’s wrist. “Even if we found out how to


    ask for help, the yacht doesn’t have a lot of electricity. We still have to use it sparingly.”


    Zephyr agreed. “We’ll send more tomorrow.


    “We’ll send two to three messages a day. Someone will receive them somehow. I’ve done the


    calctions. The food in the yacht canst us about a week more. Even when the inte’s bumpy,


    the messages will be sent within two days.


    “This means we’ll be able to leave here very soon!”


    “Yes!” Cordelia breathed in relief. “I’ll prepare something to eat now and simply pack up… If we


    happen to still stay around longer, I could do an inventory check of what we’re left with.”


    Zephyr nodded. Just when he was about to turn off the main console, a new message shed on


    the screen!


    Rowan was also astonished and gestured for him to open it.


    As Zephyr opened it, there were only two words: [Save me!]