The Mediterranean region in the summer was dry and scorching, with the surface parched and desolate. It was blistering hot, especially in the desert areas, where the heat was unbearable, the temperature soaring to the point of scorching people like charcoal.Mr. Marcus and Jessica had been walking in the desert for two days, exhausted and thirsty. Jessica was so tired she could barely stand, her strength depleted from the torment she endured on the island, coupled with the virus in her body, leaving her far weaker than before.Amid the endless yellow sand, they couldn't tell which way was forward.The chocolate Mr. Marcus carried was almost gone, and he saved it each time, only eating when necessary, mainly giving it to Jessica to stave off hunger. In the desert, if they couldn't find the water source, he figured they wouldn't last much longer."Let's rest for a while." Mr. Marcus helped her sit in the shade of a rock.Both of them were covered in sweat, their faces caked with sand af

Dozens of horses circled Mr. Marcus and Jessica a few times before finally stopping.The men dismounted easily, and one handsome, tall and handsome man, asked in Spanish, "Who are you? How did you end up here?"Mr. Marcus smiled gently and claimed they were lost travelers in the desert.The man furrowed his thick eyebrows, clearly skeptical of their story. However, seeing Mr. Marcus and Jessica's disheveled appearance and dusty state, he found them non-threatening. He turned and quickly exchanged words with the other two men in Spanish.Jessica couldn't understand a word, but Mr. Marcus maintained his gentlemanly smile. After their conversation ended, Mr. Marcus asked them for help.The man replied sternly, "We don't believe you. Leave."Several submachine guns were raised, pointing directly at Jessica and Mr. Marcus.Jessica spoke in English, "Don't touch me. I have a virus. If infected, you'll die in seven days."The men were shocked. The two men who had approached her involuntarily

Mr. Marcus and Jessica, being smart folks, wisely kept quiet at this moment. It was clear to anyone that Phyllis was the woman Prince Louis favored, but her attitude was unpredictable.She appeared gentle, always smiling like Jessica, yet while Jessica exuded calmness and composure, her demeanor hinted at something deeper beneath her calm exterior.Her eyes, blue and lively, were as deep as the ocean, steadfast and resolute.Phyllis chuckled, "Louis, what are you talking about? You've been making things difficult for me, so why can't I do the same to you? "Louis frowned, while Phyllis relaxed, crossing her legs. "Rare to see you getting all worked up. What did he say that got you pulling your gun? Oh, is it because you have a habit of snatching other people's women? Didn't mishear that, did I? Ain't nothing to get all riled up about. Each word by itself ain't nothing offensive, is it? Put them together, ain't you just doing that exact thing? You got the guts to do it, but you're afra

After finishing her journal, Phyllis closed it and rested her eyes. It was comfortable under the tall palm tree, shielding her from the scorching sun. She knew that the satellites of the First Terrorist Organization could track her, but it was a pity that this castle was a signal dead zone.She wanted to leave but it was easier said than done.Watching how Mr. Marcus and Jessica interacted, she missed Victor even more. Her dynamic with Victor was very similar to that of this couple.After finishing her journal and reading for a while, Mr. Marcus finished getting ready, and changed into a beige casual outfit that fit him well, looking dashing and elegant, like a gentleman.Phyllis smiled with narrowed eyes. "Oh my, you're quite handsome."Just now, after being covered in dust, his appearance took a hit. But now, after cleaning up, he looked like a different person, and his noble and elegant demeanor was even more striking.Mr. Marcus asked, "You had your people tell me to come over, wh

Listening to the maid's report, Phyllis just gave a faint "uh-huh" and pondered as she looked at the nearly two-meter-tall cactus in the courtyard, lost in thought. The virus situation was tricky—the man only had seven days to live, and the woman wouldn't last much longer either.Should she watch them die or save them?Phyllis chuckled lightly, a hint of self-deprecation. She could barely save herself, let alone others. Louis would never agree to let them leave. He might seem kind, but he was cunning and ruthless. He would think she would let them go, only to attract Victor.Phyllis thought it over and fell silent.After a while, she stood up, left her villa, and headed towards Prince Louis's palace.The courtyard was spacious and bright, with a small rose garden.Prince Louis was practicing swordsmanship. He was highly skilled in Chinese swordsmanship, his techniques exquisite, his moves elegant, and his figure tall and straight. Watching him practice was quite a sight.A colonel saw