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.

*

light peeked from under the sea horizon. It

wine-red, the seawater seemed to transform into some

stood by the window, watching the sunrise for a while, then turned around, walking

at the door, glancing down at the time, and as the second hand passed twelve,

curtains tightly drawn, no light penetrating

the bedside, poured water into a clear glass, then softly said to the curled-up figure in bed, "Director Ginger, get up for some

on the bed heard the voice and

her clothes soaked by sweat, strands of hair stuck to her face. Due to severe dehydration, her lips chapped and pale. Overnight, she

she couldn’t even distinguish his voice from Edward Stephens’ anymore, only knowing that whenever there was a sound in the room, the current coursed through

slowly retreated, backing into the corner, only then clenching