novelraw Chapter 879 - 878: The Ship Has Been Hijacked!
Chapter 879 - 878: The Ship Has Been Hijacked!
Charles Northwood remained silent, simply bringing over the soybean milk."Stop overthinking. Time can erase all worries."
Fiona Sutton nodded and smiled, carefully sitting down and sipping the soybean milk.
...
Shirley Grant cautiously hid herself, despite feeling exhausted, but her mind felt at ease.
Curling up inside a box, she closed her eyes, drifting into a drowsy sleep.
She did not know how much time had passed, nor what day it was when Shirley Grant woke up.
In her ears, she could still hear the sound of the waves.
Could it be that they hadn’t docked yet?
Suddenly, she thought she heard gunshots!
"Bang!"
"Bang bang!"
Chaos erupted, mixed with wretched cries.
What was happening?
Shirley Grant immediately went on high alert, curling up in fear.
Could something have happened on this ship?
What should she do?
Should she stay hidden here, or go outside to see what’s going on?
Either option felt like waiting for death. She hesitated over and over, choosing to timidly stay put.
Perhaps...
After things were over, this might become an empty ship, and then she’d be free.
However, things did not go as Shirley Grant imagined; she was soon discovered.
"Boss, there’s someone here!"
Whoever shouted that sentence attracted several men carrying guns to walk over.
Shirley Grant curled up inside the box, looking up at the few men looming over her.
"It’s an Asian girl. Look at her delicate skin; really makes one feel compassion."
They spoke in broken Chinese, and every word made Shirley Grant tremble.
What exactly did these people want?
The man in charge looked Asian too, walking over step by step.
He wasn’t like the others, with bulging muscles and a menacing aura. He seemed inscrutable and very mysterious.
At least he didn’t have that bloodthirsty viciousness that made one’s blood run cold.
Andrew Davidson slowly approached, scrutinizing the woman still inside the box.
"Who are you?"
According to logic, there shouldn’t be any women on this ship.
Who exactly was this woman?
"I... Who are you?"
Shirley Grant mustered up courage, not revealing her identity, instead asking back.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, surprised at the woman’s boldness,
"Andrew Davidson."
He introduced himself openly, in Sicily, who didn’t know Andrew Davidson’s name?
Andrew Davidson?
Shirley Grant frowned; her brain couldn’t conjure up such a person, much less know where she was.
"Where is this now?"
Andrew was surprised by the woman’s audacity, his lips curling slightly, quite interested in her.
"The waters of Sicily."
Sicily?
Shirley Grant was taken aback, glancing again at these men, somewhat skeptical.
Could it be that these people were the mafia?
Who didn’t know that Sicily’s most famous for its mafia?
She slowly stood up from the box, realizing that the man who had been speaking to her indeed carried a hint of that menacing aura.
He looked even more intimidating, she estimated his height to be close to 1.9 meters.
His physique, among ordinary crowds, was considered extremely robust, full of muscles.
Except, compared to the surrounding burly Black men, he didn’t appear that conspicuous.
"My name is Shirley Grant, from A Country."