The sound of helicopter blades slicing through the night air echoed above the pitch-black sea. Alan sat tensely on the helicopter, ordering the pilot to go full speed back to the private island.
He had barely arrived in New York before he had to fly back immediately after seeing that photo—Melda in a red bikini, showing off her body to all the men on the beach.
"We've arrived, sir."
As soon as the helicopter touched down on the landing pad, Alan jumped out without waiting for his subordinates to greet him or offer an umbrella. His long strides headed straight to the luxurious vacation home.
"Sir," Amiel ran up, panting to greet him.
"Move aside."
Alan bellowed, paying no attention to anyone. He pushed the villa door open with such force that it almost came off its hinges.
"Melda, co
