Chapter 302 Baring It All

Ella

The luxuriousness of the suite was quickly overshadowed by the cold weight of Marina’s smirk, the shine of my pistol in her hands contrasting sharply with the opulent interior.

My heart leaped into my throat. In my haste, I had left my purse on the bed, so consumed by the idea of wearing the ridiculous bikini.

“Give that back, Marina,” I hissed, too tense to even move. Marina smirked. “Well, well,” she said, letting the pistol dangle dangerously with her finger in the trigger guard. “Color me surprised. Ella Morgan keeps a gun in her purse. It’s like…. finding a snake in a flower patch.”

I felt my throat constrict. Ema urged me to lunge for the gun, but I knew that it was dangerous.

“Just… Put it back,” I said. “Please.”

“I have to know, though,” she said. “Why do you have a pistol in your purse, Ella?” Marina asked, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, as she fingered the gun. Drawing on every ounce of calm I could muster, I replied, “It’s just for safety. I always keep one on me.”

smirk widened. “Is that so? What does the billionaire’s spoiled daughter have to

known for

to push further or drop the subject. “Should I tell Harry

as a lawyer to help me argue my way out of this. “In fact,

ponder over my words for a moment, mulling them over in her mind. “And who would trust a guest with a concealed weapon at such an event?” she countered,

such a yacht? Besides…” I paused, putting forward my ace. “…It might also make one wonder why a guest felt the need for

Marina’s eyes, but it was

well,” she conceded, placing the gun back into my purse. “But know this, Ella. You’re not the

I was,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. She handed me my purse with a final warning look.

taken on a different tone. When it

though wiping dust away from her palms after touching my purse, “you and Logan don’t make the worst couple

you?” I cocked my head, genuinely surprised by this revelation. Marina nodded. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say

answer, Marina flicked a lock of golden hair over her shoulder and sauntered out of the room. I stood there for a few moments, taken

don’t know what that was,” I replied, resisting the urge

couldn’t

better,’ she had said. What did that mean, exactly? That she was onto us? It came as no surprise that the heiress

the middle of her large and opulent bedroom,

to rejoin the party. After a painstaking journey through the maze of the enormous yacht, and eventually needing to ask

stepped out onto the deck. The sounds of laughter, loud music, and

drinking half of it in one gulp. All of the alcohol from that night was beginning to make me feel tipsy, but I needed it to

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