Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 He Can’t Wait Even for a Minute

Two hours later, Edward Stephens drove to Goldsand Beach Dock.

A few tall Western men in windbreakers stood by the coast. Seeing the black Bentley stop, they walked over from the dock.

"Mr. Stephens," they addressed him in English, "The yacht is ready, the police can be here in half an hour."

Edward stood at the edge of the coast, raised his head to look at the distant pitch-black ocean horizon. The night was dark, the winds strong, cold sea winds lifted the hem of his clothes. His cold, sharp eyes looked towards the direction of the small island, the cigarette clamped between his fingers flickered in the sea breeze. For a moment, he crushed the cigarette and threw it on the ground, speaking: "We’ll go first, no more waiting."

It’s been almost four days, and he had no idea how Daisy Ginger was doing now, or if she was even on that island.

He only knew, he couldn’t afford to wait even a minute.

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of golden light peeked from under the sea horizon. It was as

an instant, half the coast was tinted with wine-red, the seawater seemed to transform into some kind of transparent creature,

the sunrise for a while, then turned around, walking

door, glancing down at the time, and as the second hand passed twelve, reached out to push the door

curtains tightly drawn, no light penetrating in, cloaking the

the bedside, poured water into a clear glass, then softly

bed heard the voice

had been dragged out from water, her clothes soaked by sweat, strands of hair stuck to her face. Due to severe dehydration,

her eyes, overwhelmed by her suffering for too long, she couldn’t even distinguish his voice from Edward Stephens’ anymore, only knowing that whenever there

backing into the corner, only then clenching her teeth, raising her head from her tangled, damp hair, looking at the man standing by the