Vincent's face was always adorned with a smile.
After all, given the current situation, Vincent was still the one holding the advantage.
But Justin Battleson, no matter what, would never let Vincent take Charlotte Thompson away.
Once they left the maritime jurisdiction of Druarus, it would be nearly impossible for Justin to recapture Vincent.
"Justin Battleson, you have no choice left," Vincent said as he pulled Charlotte even closer to him, seeing Justin's silence.
"Unless... you want Charlotte to die here."
Perhaps it was because dusk was approaching, the sea breeze at the port blew fiercely, stirring the clothes to roar, carrying the salty dampness of the sea into their noses.
The slanted sunset scattered fragmented light on Justin Battleson's body.
He looked at the Vincent in front of him, his cold voice swept through the sea breeze.
"As long as you let Charlotte go, I can agree to any condition."
