Chapter 416
Timothy Gold stared at the drone footage, his fingers trembling slightly.
"She told us to retreat, but now it's too late."
Julian Langley leaned closer to the screen, his pupils constricting sharply.
Evelyn Laurent's figure appeared unmistakably on the isolated island!
Even more alarming were the armed shadows scattered through the dense forest—far more than anticipated.
Ethan Sullivan and Evelyn moved swiftly under the cover of darkness, weaving through thick vegetation. Their agile movements made it clear they were tracking these intruders.
"They're investigating who these people are," Timothy murmured.
Before he could finish, rough shouts erupted from the deck.
"Everyone on board, come out now!"
The heavily accented command was followed by four dark figures boarding the yacht, kicking open cabin doors one by one.
With a loud crash, Rachel Clemenson's door was violently forced open.
"What the hell is going on? Has the production crew lost their minds?" Rachel rubbed her eyes, cursing loudly.
Her voice cut off abruptly.
Four gleaming weapons were pointed directly at her chest.
The lead brute licked his lips. "Tender meat. Delicious."
Rachel's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
The scene spread across the live stream, sending the chat into chaos.
[Oh God! Pirates!]
[Call the police! Send coordinates!]
[They have guns! Someone help them!]
Rachel trembled violently, forcing a smile more pitiful than a sob. "I—I don't taste good..."
Timothy slammed his fist onto the console. "Those idiots!"
He watched helplessly as Rachel and her brother were roughly bound and dragged out like cargo.
"Don't kill me! I have money! Lots of it!" Rachel shrieked hysterically.
A sharp slap silenced her instantly.
Three pirates stayed behind to guard the hostages while the others began systematically searching the yacht.
"Come out on your own," a hoarse threat echoed through the hallway. "Hand over your valuables, and we'll spare your lives."
Cold metal glinted ominously under the moonlight.