Marcus stared at his daughter, his brows furrowed in suspicion. “Father…” Lina began, her voice barely above a whisper. She exhaled deeply, trying to regain her composure.
"What were you doing here, Lina? Why do you look so shocked?" Marcus’s voice was stern, probing.
Lina blinked, quickly crafting a believable lie. “Oh, I was just looking for a quiet spot to make a phone call,” she said with a calm smile, her voice steady. “The lounge was too noisy, and I didn’t want to disturb anyone.”
Marcus scrutinized her, his gaze lingering a moment longer. Then, nodding slowly, he let her explanation pass. He watched as Lina calmly returned to the lounge, her steps light as if she had nothing to hide.
As she disappeared from view, Marcus shifted his focus to Dutch, who had just finished his te
