William’s expression froze.
Lisa was right—Miss Ji was not someone easy to deal with.
Had it been anyone else, he would have ordered them thrown into the sea the moment they stepped onto the yacht, sparing himself the nuisance.
But strangely enough, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity toward Ji Wei, unable to treat her harshly.
"Set sail!" William suddenly shouted an order in English.
The yacht started up, causing the entire vessel to quiver slightly.
Ji Wei glanced at the shore. Even if the police arrived, they would still need time, and there was no way she could single-handedly stop this luxury yacht...
Her mind raced as she scanned the surroundings, spotting various boats docked nearby—passenger ships, freighters, and all sorts of speedboats.
Suddenly, someone came to her mind!
The Xi Family was Rongcheng’s largest shipping enterprise, and over two-thirds of the vessels here were under Xi Nanfeng’s command!
William noticed the woman in front of him remaining composed, her gaze lowered as if lost in thought. Then, she suddenly pulled out her phone and started making a call, speaking in Chinese—something he couldn’t understand.
But when she hung up the phone and flashed a sly, foxy smile, William felt a chill run down his spine.
What had she just done?
William glanced around. At this moment, the yacht was speeding across the water, heading toward the deeper reaches of the ocean.
He hadn’t detected anything out of the ordinary and felt somewhat reassured.
"Miss Ji, care for a drink?" A white table and a chair sat nearby. William walked over, grabbed the bottle of wine on the table, poured himself a glass, and held it up toward her.
Ji Wei crossed her arms coldly and didn’t respond.
A hint of a resigned smile played at William’s lips as he sat down, his long legs clad in white boots crossed gracefully, sipping the wine with an air of effortless elegance and faint idleness.
Ji Wei was counting down the seconds.
Xi Nanfeng had promised to deploy the ships at the port to chase after the yacht within five minutes.
Fine, let this British gentleman enjoy a few more minutes of leisure.
Time ticked by, second by second, and the yacht was already approaching the edge of the port’s boundaries. Surrounding them was nothing but azure seas. The sea breeze felt pleasant; the luxurious white yacht gleamed, and the woman’s deep red gown fluttered in the wind like a butterfly.
Everything was as picturesque as a painting. William almost felt as though he were on a pleasure cruise. If only the woman beside him were a bit more amiable, it would have been perfect.
But this moment of tranquility didn’t last long. Before he could finish the wine in his glass, numerous boats suddenly appeared out of nowhere, encircling the yacht and blocking its route.
These vessels seemed to materialize out of thin air, arriving without any warning.
The man standing on a speedboat at the forefront of the fleet shouted arrogantly, his voice carrying over to their side: "This port is my turf! Let the woman go now, or I’ll ram your damn yacht to pieces!"
William abruptly stood up, nearly dropping the wine glass in his hand in shock.
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William turned to glance at the woman standing nearby.
With a slight arch of her brow, she wore a harmless smile on her flawless and stunning face, which looked even more radiant under the sunlight.
"So, Mr. William, haven’t you decided to release me yet?" she asked.
William didn’t react with anger. Instead, a glimmer of admiration flashed in his eyes. "The Charles family has always appreciated intelligent people, Miss Ji. You are truly impressive."
He turned his head and murmured something to his subordinate, who quickly went below deck.