Chapter 2 The Traitor

The man was unconscious, buffeted by the waves. The kind Queenie went straight to saving the stranger. Fortunately, she was a decent swimmer. With one hand, she dragged the man, and with the other, she swam toward the shore.

Her strength was all but expended, but Queenie finally got the man to the shore. A long sigh escaped her lips, and Queenie checked for breathing. He was breathing, but barely. He's alive?

Queenie looked at the stranger once more. He was lying on his belly, his clothes drenched and soggy. Queenie flipped the man over, and she was stunned by his looks.

The man's face was the color of clouds, possibly because of his soaking in the sea for a long time. His lines were sharp, his features handsome.

"He's hot." Queenie felt her heart race, but she wasn't one to fawn over every handsome man she came across. She took a deep breath and quickly did CPR for the man.

A few dozen repetitions later, the man's breathing felt stronger. Queenie had saved him. "Finally."

She heaved a long sigh. "But who is this guy, and why was he in the sea? And what should I do with him? This is a remote place. Barely anyone's around. If I leave him behind, he's going to die when the tides come in at night."

In the end, Queenie decided to take the man to the old home. Once there, she placed the stranger on her bed. She took a look at him and went for a shower. She was covered in sand all over. After that, she would take him to the city's hospital.

At the same time, a trio of Benz zipped through the meandering mountain path.

"I can't believe this. It's almost her wedding, and she came to the old home for a vacation herself. If her friend hadn't told me about it, we would never have found her."

The man who spoke was dressed in an expensive suit and had the face of a cunning fox. He was in the backseat of his car, smoking a cigar. And he was Queenie's uncle, Hogs Sanders.

"Calm down, Hogs. Queenie only went out to have some fun. She wouldn't do anything stupid," a gentlemanly guy quickly said.

"Honestly, George, you should keep an eye on your daughter. If this marriage with Centersea's heir falls apart, our family will be done for."

"Yes, of course." George Sanders, Queenie's father, had to bow down despite getting lectured.

"Listen up. After we take her back, she's going nowhere until she marries Centersea's heir. Without my permission, no one's letting her out of the house," said Hogs sternly.

The trio of cars quickly made their way to the old home.

Back in the old home, Queenie came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a piece of towel. She walked around barefoot and was drying her hair. Glancing at the man, she muttered, "You're lucky you ran into me. You owe me one for taking you to the hospital."

Queenie dried her hair and got ready to pack up and return to the city. She glanced at the stranger and thought she had to change him out of his wet, soggy clothes.

However, when she took off the man's clothes, she froze. "Who on earth is this person?"

The man was covered in scars too hideous to put into words. They were almost like an emblem. It was as if someone had carved a painting haphazardly onto his skin, but more importantly, the man had a tattoo of a dragon's head on his back.

The dragon's head was majestic, proud, and imperious.

Just then, someone smashed the door open.

"Queenie, you're coming home with… me…"

The people who came in were none other than George, Hogs, and the Sanders family's bodyguards.

When they saw Queenie wearing nothing but a piece of towel, sitting with a naked man on the bed, they froze up.