Chapter 526
Grasping the situation, Percival stopped talking to Leopold, engaging in small talk with Vivienne as they
mingled with the various attendees.
Before long, Patrick made his way over. "Mr. Ellington, I haven''t had the chance to congratte you
two yet. My apologies."
"No need for formalities, Mr. Ashford," Percival replied nonchntly.
There was an unspoken tension between the two men, a remembrance of an engagement party initially
intended for Percival and Gillian.
After exchanging the obligatory business pleasantries, Patrick gestured towards the starboard side of
the deck. "Mr. Ellington, since it''s your first time here, why not take yourdy to enjoy the view from the
deck? I can''t boast much, but the scenery here is truly top-notch."
"Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Ashford," Percival epted graciously.
Patrick offered a wry smile, and with a discreet nod to Vivienne, he excused himself to attend to other
guests.
Vivienne nced towards the deck and tapped her earpiece. "Husky''sdy, report in."
"Vivienne, I''m not Husky''sdy. I''m a Samoyed, a Samoyed!" Griffin insisted repeatedly.
Samoyed was the code name Griffin had chosen for herself, also known as Angel Smile. She had
insisted on having a handle to fit in with the rest.
"You two sure know how to name yourselves. Report your positions."
With a muted grunt, Griffin responded, "Starboard deck, nine o''clock position, and stern, three o''clock
position, one ''Morning Glory'' each. No other anomalies detected. No new explosives found. Stay
sharp."
Vivienne nodded and exchanged a knowing look with Percival, and they both discreetly faded into the
crowd.
In a lounge area, Yannick was engrossed in conversation with Gillian.
Yannick''s eyes, sharp and calcting, roamed over Gillian, his desire increasingly evident.
"Gillian, when Grandma mentioned wanting to match you with Percival, I knew it was wrong. How could
someone as cold as him ever deserve you?"
Gillian dodged Yannick''s burning gaze, her faux modesty tinged with coyness. "I guess I''m to me,
too. I overestimated myself. I don''t know why, but I always seem to give the wrong impression. Those
people were really just my friends. I never expected that they would..."
"Don''t worry, I understand," Yannick leaned closer to Gillian. "That crowd is even less worthy of you."
Internally scoffing at his words, Gillian thought, “You''re the least worthy of all.” However, she responded
with feigned shyness, "Do you really think that, Yannick?"
"Of course, you''re perfect in my eyes."
As Gillian was about to reply, her phone vibrated with a message from Mara, asking her to meet at the
stern of the ship.
Confused, as Mara had not been present earlier, Gillian excused herself to find her.
After Gillian left, Yannick surreptitiously sprinkled some powder into her drink, thinking, “A slut ying
the innocent? Soon, you won''t be able to keep up the act!”
At the stern, disguised as a crew member, Mara pulled Gillian aside to a secluded corner.
"Mara, what''s this about?"
Without time to exin, Mara urgently asked, "Were you with Yannick?"
"Yes, he wanted to chat. Why?"
Mara groaned, "I knew that good-for-nothing was up to no good. He''s nning to... to take advantage
of you! He wants to get you pregnant with a Boyd baby so you''d have no choice but to marry him."
Gillian gasped, "How could he..."
"I overheard it. That''s why I snuck on board, Gillian. You mustn''t go anywhere with him."
Gillian paused, and then an idea sparked in her mind. "Mara, do you still want me to marry Percival?
Even after all that''s happened, would you still want that?"
Mara certainly did not, but she had no choice; securing the Ashford family assets was paramount. "Of
course, you''re my best friend."
Gillian smiled, relieved. "Then, Mara, I have a n. Help me, and I assure you, by the end of tonight, I
will be Mrs. Ellington."
Mara was taken aback. "What''s the n?"
"Just follow me secretly. When you see Yannick taking me away, you..."
Hanging on the railing above, Vivienne overheard their entire scheme.
She almost wanted to hear more of such exciting plots. She had to admit that Gillian was rather quick-
witted. It was a waste that she was not a writer.
She tapped her earpiece and said, "Mr. Wolf, you got all that? Sounds like a foolproof n—catching a
turtle in a jar!"
Everyone on them channel, Vivienne included, could hear each other clearly.
Leopold chuckled first. "Captain Wolf, sounds like Vivienne''s calling you a turtle."
Percival''s voice was surprisingly upbeat as he clinked a ss with someone. "Keep it up, and you''re
headed to Fariana Isle after the mission."
"Come on, I was just kidding!" Leopold quickly backpedaled.
Fariana Isle was thest ce anyone wanted to be.
Vivienne rappelled down a few more feet, saying, "Mr. Wolf, looks like you''re in for a lucky night. Just
don''t embarrass me."
Percival''s voice was stern. "Stop it. Stay safe."
Vivienneughed softly. "You too."
Without waiting for an exnation, Mara grabbed Percival''s arm and yanked him away.
Percival offered no resistance, allowing Mara to pull him towards the guest rooms.
"Bro, I just got a text from Gillian. She said she was chatting with Yannick and started feeling woozy,
and then she just went out of contact. Thankfully, she sent me her room''s location before she did.
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Mara, visibly distressed, led Percival to the guest room area. "This is it, bro. Do you want to knock?"
Percival stood before the door, hearing faint cries from within, his expression darkening. "Why should I
knock?"
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Inside the room.
Gillian was pinned down on the bed by Yannick.
Yannick''s hands, fueled by desire, had already left a series of purple bruises on her legs.
"What''s the act for? You think I don''t know how many guys you''ve been with, you slut? What''s one
more night to you?"
As he spoke, Yannick ripped at the straps of Gillian''s dress, and his teeth sank into her soft shoulder,
leaving a trail of bite marks.