Vincent said gently, "Actually, it was only a few days ago that I accidentally overheard Old Mr. Alston mention that you and Mr. Marcus are cousins, and that's when I realized you're Judy's daughter. I didn't know before."Jessica felt a bit relieved when she heard that. She spoke frankly, "I thought you already knew, but were afraid of Alston Smith, so you never showed up."Vincent seemed to anticipate her answer, just smiled, and didn't mind. And Jessica didn't have any ill intentions. She might resent him, but it's not Jessica's style to speak ill towards an elderly person who seemed so kind and hadn't harmed her."Are we cousins then?" Jessica asked, only Vincent had the answer to this question."You and Mr. Marcus don't seem to care about it, right?" Vincent countered."Not caring is one thing, whether or not we are cousins is another. You should know that Marcus and I have a son now, so we naturally don't care about being cousins. But whether we're cousins or not will affect whe

It was unclear who Herman was directing the statement to.Camellia smiled, "So you're a snitch, huh? Then make it clear. What does your master plan to do? Destroy us or blow us up?"Henry elegantly smirked, "Is Saxon worried if his firepower is sufficient? Is he ready for a fight?"His voice exuded elegance, but it was accompanied by an imposing aura, resembling Camellia by ninety-nine percent.Huh, Saxon wanted to boast about his firepower without even considering his own capabilities. So far, the terrorists haven't even gotten involved in this war. If they do, who knows who will come out on top? Saxon is just way too confident.However, Herman was not someone to be confused in the face of adversity. Since he warned them to leave, Saxon must be planning some action.Just as Herman was about to reply, the door opened, and Duncan walked in. The two identical faces appeared on the screen, immediately letting Camellia and Rose know that Herman's plan to divulge information had failed.Du

"Inspector Milo, what brings you and this many people here on a case?" Mr. Marcus chuckled lightly. Two military helicopters hovered above the sea, Milo sure made quite a move this time.With encirclement on land, sea, and air, it's a pity. To prevent any issues with the arms trade, Mr. Marcus had no qualms about asking his precious son for the latest explosive program. Only the top terrorists can destroy evidence without a trace, and this system was developed by his son. He wasn't going to let it go to waste.Never expected it to come in handy."This is classified!" Milo said sternly.Mr. Marcus laughed lightly, still graceful in his actions. "Inspector Milo, taking on a big case, yet you haven't asked the mafia godfather why he is here? Seems quite strange and illogical, doesn't it?"Milo raised an eyebrow. And a flash of annoyance passed through Saxon's emerald green eyes.Before Inspector Milo could reply, Mr. Marcus coldly smirked, "Seems like the informant Inspector Milo mention

"So, it's really you!" Jessica sneered, her fists clenched. She had no strength to resist Saxon now. The whole island was like a prison, trapping her. It would be wise not to act tough."Your resilience is impressive. I thought you wouldn't wake up until tomorrow," Saxon smiled gently. In the sunlight, his face was as fair as jade, and his emerald eyes shone like pearls. If one didn't know he was a mafia godfather, they would never suspect him of being so ruthless.Jessica didn't want to show weakness in front of him, but she knew her current situation was terrible. She had a pale face, weak and powerless, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board."Is that so? I'm sorry to disappoint you," Jessica sneered, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. "You put in so much effort, why? With such a large island, who are you trying to attract?"His target was Marcus!She had always known that, and with a sudden sense of fear, Jessica tried to stand up. Unfortunately, she had w

Jessica was pushed to the edge of humiliation and death by Saxon, almost collapsing. She tasted the metallic taste of blood on her lips as she bit down hard to endure.She was not afraid of the sexual torment, but she feared Saxon's psychological and emotional oppression.It's like when a person knows they are about to die, standing at the edge of a cliff. They would rather jump off and meet a quick end, shattering their bones, than be forced to linger on the edge of that cliff. And then they are told that beneath the cliff awaits even greater and more painful torment, and they are reminded of all the things they still cherish in the world. That is a kind of psychological oppression.He forces you to face the certainty of death, but denies you the relief of a swift end.If she had a knife right now, she wouldn't hesitate to stab it into Saxon's chest, letting his blood stain her face, even if it meant carrying the guilt of taking a life.But she couldn't do anything now, except live u