The island night was bustling, everyone began analyzing the time the piece of the wing fell, even speculating if the plane had directly crashed into the South Sea at that time.
If the plane did have an accident at sea, salvaging would be extremely difficult, and the families of the passengers on that plane might never receive a single bone.
Hugo Quinn listened to their discussions, his heart slowly sinking.
He sighed, took out his phone, and realized he had forgotten to turn it on after getting off the plane. Just as he was about to turn it on, he heard a man’s shout and a woman’s crying from outside.
The voice of the woman was very familiar to him; it was Claire Shaw’s.
Hugo Quinn had come with her, and what’s more, they were representing Country Z, so nothing could go wrong.
He put away his phone and walked out, seeing Claire Shaw’s hand being held by a brawny man, who was murmuring words he couldn’t understand, while Claire was continuously crying.
The surrounding people didn’t dare to act rashly, as they were not representing individuals but larger interests, requiring careful consideration of each action.
Claire Shaw’s face was tear-streaked, and upon seeing him, she looked up and pleaded for help.
There was a flash of displeasure on Hugo Quinn’s face, but he still walked over slowly.
Claire shook her head, her hand still held by the man.
"I don’t know what he’s saying. He just grabbed my hand, and I couldn’t break free."
Hugo Quinn tried to communicate with the man, but due to the language barrier, neither understood what the other was saying, so he ended up restraining one of the man’s hands to get him to release Claire.
With so many countries in the world, he couldn’t understand every language, and judging by this person’s skin color, he was likely from a small African country.
The man was frustrated, realizing he had run into a hard problem. He kept speaking angrily.
If Hugo Quinn could understand, he would know that it wasn’t the man who harassed Claire first, but Claire who had thrown herself at him while he was lying on the beach watching the moon.
At the invitation of a foreign beauty, he was naturally delighted, intending to kiss her, when she suddenly struggled violently.
What happened next was seen by everyone; the man felt wronged, but since no one around could understand him, he had to swallow the bitter pill.
Claire was still crying, wanting some comfort from Hugo Quinn, but after dismissing the man, Hugo turned his back and went to the sleeping area.
Claire stamped her foot on the ground in frustration and resentment.
"Miss Shaw, there are strangers everywhere here, and many people are armed, so you should go inside quickly. If you get hurt, we won’t be able to explain to Old Master Ford."
The people sent by the Ford Family were Old Master Ford’s subordinates, so naturally, they had to keep a good watch over Claire, as she was the cherished granddaughter of the old man.
Claire’s face was sullen, but she nodded and went into the guesthouse.
With everyone’s arrival, the originally quiet island suddenly came alive. This time, not only were people sent from various countries, but also special professionals drawn by the commotion.
These special professionals were all in the business of killing, generally avoiding interaction with authorities. However, the plane incident was discussed yearly, and this was the first discovery of wreckage, drawing many spectators.
Other than the female residents on the island, Claire was the only woman, and quite an attractive one at that.
If she hadn’t staged that scene, nothing would have happened, but the recent altercation made many people notice her.
Several men exchanged looks, hatching a plan in their minds.
In the evening, just as Claire was falling asleep, she heard noises outside the window. Just as she was about to get up to check, she saw someone cutting open the window.
They were using tools specifically for cutting glass, making very little noise, not even waking her bodyguard.
Realizing someone had broken into her room, Claire began to scream.
The bodyguard stationed at the door heard her voice and rushed in.
Gunshots rang out in the room, and Claire, terrified, crouched down, hugging her head tightly.
She couldn’t die here!
She needed to find Hugo Quinn; Hugo could surely protect her!
Claire started running, her actions quickly angering those men, and after they dispatched the bodyguards, they lunged at her.
Claire reacted quickly, reaching Hugo Quinn’s door while running.
"Hugo! Help! Save me!!"
Hugo Quinn heard the gunshots outside, and just as he opened the door, Claire threw herself into his arms.
His brow furrowed, he slammed the door shut and dragged her inside.
"Someone wants to kill me! My bodyguards are dead; it’s too dangerous here. I want to go back, boohoohoo..."
Claire muttered to herself, fearfully diving into his bed, covering herself with the blanket.
Hugo Quinn turned on the lights in the room, standing by, watching the door for any noise.
But the men just slammed the door a few times before the police came and drove them away. The chatter outside indicated the situation was resolved.
Claire was still covered in the blanket, shivering, her teeth chattering.
Hugo Quinn didn’t show any mercy.
Claire didn’t move, speaking with a sob.
"I don’t want to go out; tonight, I want to stay in your room. Only with you do I feel safe. Hugo, you’ll protect me, right?"
Hugo Quinn was almost amused by her audacity. He had never seen such a shameless woman before.
He growled quietly, his eyes full of gloom.
Claire began to cry but didn’t budge.
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"Grandfather, I’m fine, yeah, I’m in Hugo’s room, he’s protecting me, thanks to him."
Claire spoke on the phone, not caring at all about what Hugo Quinn thought.
Hugo Quinn’s face grew darker and darker, and when she hung up, he pulled her from the bed.
"Claire, don’t test my limits!"
Claire looked up, seemingly realizing she was no longer in danger, her eyes determined.
"I told you I’m the most suitable for you, Hugo. I just did what I wanted to do."
Hugo Quinn was fuming inside. If she weren’t Jude Shaw’s sister, she might have been dead by now!
His hands slowly tightened around her neck, his eyes bloodshot.
Claire was a bit scared but still held her head high, looking straight at him.
The oxygen around her was getting thinner, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe...
"Hugo, I’m really... cough, cough, I’m about to die, please let go of me..."