Eugiene relied on her status, accustomed to being arrogant and domineering. Dealing with her was really troublesome, as it might inadvertently involve military and political affairs. Meanwhile, Lucas Knight sat casually and lazily, his thin lips slightly parted: "Seal her mouth with tape and toss her into the sea."
Just let her fend for herself, or more precisely, let her drown and suffocate.
Eugiene only wore some rags that barely covered her body, barely concealing the two points above and below. Under the influence of alcohol, she became even more brazen, standing atop the yacht and shouting loudly without any intention of holding back.
"Miss Eugiene, the Crown Prince grants you a sea swim!"
The bodyguard politely said, then sealed Eugiene’s mouth with tape and forcefully tossed her from the top of the yacht.
Her pale body traced a graceful arc in the air, then with a "splash", crashed into the vast ocean, clear water splashing everywhere.
Why is it different from what was expected!
Eugiene felt unwilling. Such a confession, theoretically, any man would accept. Why, why is it different from the imagination.
Carla Carr, dressed in a bright red gown, had searched all over the yacht but hadn’t found Eva Nightingale.
With her lips pouting, she heard someone nearby gossiping in despair: "I heard someone is playing games in the card room! Truth or Dare, it’s explosive!"
"Of course it’s true, I heard Miss Eugiene lost miserably, went to the top of the yacht for punishment, and ended up being thrown into the sea—"
"Ah, ah, ah, let’s go take a look."
"I heard the game has moved on, it’s now a mixed-gender round, sounds interesting, let’s go, let’s go."
A group of women around her breezed past like the wind.
Carla was stunned, dumbfounded, how could she miss such a fun game?
Truth or Dare, no wonder, Olivia surely played it all night, who knows if she lost, no way, Carla must hurry over to support her!
Sebastian Yansford and Barrett Scott, both dressed in well-tailored suits.
One in black and one in red, looking just like groomsmen.
Barrett Scott gave a wicked smile: "Sebastian, I’m off to the restroom, ahem, to handle something."
"Are you waiting for me?"
"..." Sebastian Yansford was full of disdain, a grown man needing someone to wait for him to go to the bathroom, isn’t that embarrassing?
Sebastian Yansford simply ignored him, turning aside and going up to the sixth floor.
Barrett Scott’s eyebrows furrowed, teasing: "Hey! You can’t even handle your own niece, isn’t it because your skills in bed aren’t up to par, not my fault. Do you have to keep a grumpy face with me every day."
"By the way, big lord Yansford, the internet says only sissies like girls, real iron-blooded men, are into men!"
Sebastian Yansford paused slightly, turning around with a cold expression, his tone even colder: "Are you often into them?"
Barrett Scott’s face was wicked, teasingly: "I’m not saying this about you, big lord Yansford, with your handsome face, not getting involved with men, what a pity!"
"Nowadays, same-gender love is true love."
"Look at how much I love you—"
"..." Sebastian Yansford’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes as dark as obsidian fixed on Barrett Scott, after a pause he said: "It’s a pity if you and Alexander Kingsley don’t pair up!"
Barrett Scott was indifferent: "Tsk tsk tsk, the Admiral likes the Crown Prince... what am I to do? Join them for a threesome? I can’t handle that!"