Chapter 322

A crimson drop of blood welled up on Beatrice Quincy's fingertip, glaringly vivid under the sunlight.

Her nails dug deep into her palms as she stared fixedly at the tiny wound.

This had to be that bitch Bianca Fairchild's doing!

"Beatrice, are you okay?" Bianca timidly offered a tissue.

Beatrice slapped her hand away, flashing a saccharine smile. "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

The crew rushed over, relieved to see it was just a minor cut.

The live chat exploded.

[Oh my god, Beatrice's hand! Why didn't the crew provide gloves?!]

[Who's to blame for poking a crab without common sense?]

[Bianca is so sweet, helping her with the wound.]

A shadow flickered in Beatrice's eyes as she glimpsed the comments.

She turned toward the shallows, deliberately stomping through Bianca's carefully collected pile of seashells.

"Oops, my bad." She blinked innocently.

Bianca silently knelt to gather the scattered shells again.

The salty sea breeze whipped against their faces.

Meanwhile, in another part of the bay...

Evelyn Laurent stood knee-deep in the water, rolling up her pants. The wooden spear she'd sharpened with her combat knife glinted coldly in the sun.

"Miss Evelyn is spearfishing? That's so badass!"

Julian Langley hugged an iron pot, his eyes sparkling like stars.

A school of fish drifted lazily past.

Evelyn struck—her spear slicing through the water.

Two silvery fish writhed on the wooden shaft, their tails flapping desperately.

"Only two?" She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

The chat flooded with awe.

[That was insane!]

[What kind of goddess is Evelyn Laurent?!]

[Others are still picking shells while she's out here catching dinner.]

Evelyn shook her damp bangs away, locking onto a denser school further out.

"Bro, we're having extra tonight."

A smirk curled her lips as she twirled the knife deftly between her fingers.