The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 199

Lester’s face was ashen as he lowered his voice. “Once we board this ship, do you really think we’ll walk off in one piece?”

It was a loaded question, the sort that hinted at making a run for it—just not being the first to try. He was clearly hoping Lindsay would take the lead.

“So why aren’t you running?” Lindsay saw right through him and shot back with a smirk.

“I…” Lester glanced at the two burly men flanking them. Did he really think he could outrun them? He’d already learned the hard way just how little chance he had.

“If you don’t want to be the first sacrificial lamb, keep your mouth shut. And once we’re on board, don’t say a word unless you have to,” Lindsay warned him.

Moments later, they were marched up the gangway and onto the ship.

The moment Lindsay set foot on deck, she was stunned by what she saw. She’d heard all the whispered rumors about The Coastal Gala, but nothing had prepared her for the reality. The sights alone were enough to make her stomach churn.

The sounds drifting through the air made her blush, her heart pounding with embarrassment and unease.

Lester, equally rattled, ducked his head and did his best to keep his face hidden from the other guests. The so-called “patrons” on this ship weren’t just interested in women—they had an appetite for men as well.

In fact, once you stepped aboard, unless you were one of the wealthy elite, you were fair game. They could take anything from you—even your organs.

As the ship sailed into international waters, there was nothing the authorities could do. Out here, anything went.

“Move!” One of the guards barked, shoving Lindsay and Lester up to the third floor, where a lavish private suite awaited. Arthur was already inside, waiting for them.

His men pushed Lindsay and Lester inside and left, closing the door behind them, leaving the three alone.

“You don’t seem scared,” Arthur said, his attention fixed on Lindsay, not Lester.

“Mr. York Quigley, why so quiet?” Arthur asked, amusement flickering in his eyes as he deliberately singled Lester out.

Lester knew he was caught. He was nothing but meat on the chopping block now. Sucking up would do no good; Arthur wasn’t the sort to spare anyone just because they begged.

Silence was the safest option.

“Not planning to call for your friend Yves to rescue you? Or maybe Zachary?” Arthur had done his homework—he already knew all about them.

“If you know who I am and where I come from, and you still brought me here, then clearly you’re not afraid of them. What’s the point in saying anything?” Lester managed to analyze the situation coolly, even if his heart was pounding.

“Not as stupid as you look. Do you know why I really brought you here?” Arthur smiled, a glint of interest in his eyes.

Lester had no idea, nor did he want to guess. Whatever the reason, the cold truth remained—he’d been caught, and there was no changing that now.