"Such a bother."
Vincent was too lazy to think about how on earth Justin Battleson managed to find him.
The reason Vincent discovered something was wrong with the yacht was because of the servant who came to greet him and Charlotte Thompson.
When the servant reached out, Vincent noticed the calluses on the servant's thumb pad.
As a doctor, Vincent was most sensitive to the human body.
A crew member on a yacht, no matter how hard they worked, couldn't possibly develop such thick calluses on their thumb pad.
Such hands could only be formed by long-term gun handling.
That was why Vincent was extremely vigilant and wanted to take Charlotte away.
But it was too late.
"Vincent, you have no way out. You only have one choice now; maybe then I can spare your life."
Justin Battleson watched as Vincent held Charlotte hostage, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.
"Justin Battleson, I'm no fool. Charlotte is in my hands now. I know you wouldn't dare act rashly."
