"Got it!"
He made a gesture to his female companion, whispered a few words in her ear, and she smiled, nodding gently to him.
The man hid outside the door, and the woman opened the door, scanning the area to find only one bodyguard nearby. She quickly approached him, grabbing his arm, "Sir, could you co in and help ? My husband suddenly fell ill!"
The guests on the ship were all people connected to Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian, each one a highly important figure.
Hearing her say that her husband had fallen ill, the bodyguard hurriedly followed her into the room.
The woman led the bodyguard into the room, and the man hiding outside lunged like a wolf, covering the guard’s nose and mouth with a wet towel, strangling his neck. The woman turned and stabbed the dagger straight into the bodyguard’s chest.
The bodyguard struggled slightly and then collapsed.
The man pulled the wireless mic from under the bodyguard’s ear, placing it on his own ear, and took off the bodyguard’s suit jacket and other items, putting them on himself.
With the wireless mic, they could know imdiately if there was any movent from the others, allowing them to adapt accordingly.
Two rooms away.
In another cabin not far away, two won continued to gossip. Only this ti, the gossip had shifted from Luo Xiaoqian, Leng Zimo, and Jiao Yang’s love triangle to the luxurious wedding itself.
Inside a wardrobe, Luo Jun leaned against the cabinet, frowning and hugging his knees, still sulking.
"What a pity. If the wedding continued, we could have enjoyed two more days at sea. Now it’s all ruined."
"Yeah, it’s my first ti on such a luxurious cruise, and I’m in the first-class cabin...sigh... Luo Xiaoqian really doesn’t know how lucky she is. If it were , I wouldn’t mind if Leng Zimo loved , even if he had a few mistresses..."
"That’s not exactly right. Jiao Yang’s status is not ordinary, either. Don’t just look at him as a CEO at Asia View; his father is an official Duke of the United Kingdom, and he’s the only son. The hereditary Duke title is waiting for him, and his father’s company controls the largest energy company in the UK, with assets worth billions. Compared to that, he might even have more assets than Leng Zimo."
"Yes, my goodness, I was wondering why Luo Xiaoqian would reject Leng Zimo, but looking at it this way, maybe Jiao Yang is richer. Princess Qianqian looks so innocent, who knew she had such a clever mind... Marrying Jiao Yang would make her a future Duchess imdiately..."
"Sigh!" the other sighed deeply, "Who wouldn’t agree? Being able to play such two outstanding n in the palm of her hand, Luo Xiaoqian is truly formidable..."
Inside the wardrobe, Luo Jun clenched his little fists, enraged by the won’s gossip about Luo Xiaoqian.
Although he couldn’t fully understand so words, it wasn’t hard to hear that they were talking about his mother, and not in a good way.
"Nonsense!" Standing up, he kicked open the cabinet door, "You’re talking nonsense!"
Bang!
The cabinet door swung open, startling the gossiping won.
Their eyes shifted to see a small boy dressed in a white little suit with a delicate face, glaring at them with fury.
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