Charles heard the shouting behind him and sneered. He held Katherine stably, walked at ease on the deck and returned to his yacht.
Ziv threw Earl into the yacht and commanded the ship to leave.
In the cabin, Katherine had fallen asleep because of fright and exhaustion. Charles elegantly drank the tea, appreciating the black sea surface in the dark night.
Earl tightly held a tube of blood in his hand. The fat skin of his hand back was so nervous that the skin lines became so clear.
Charles swept over him, "Is this Katherine's blood?"
Earl nodded, "Yeah."
Charles took a sip of tea, and casually said, "When did you arrange those people to go in?"
Earl paused, "What do you mean?"
Charles responded casually, "Why did the light suddenly close? It must be your arrangement. Replace Katheri
