The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 208

"True, that's exactly why I drove up his price back then. Otherwise, would he even be worth twenty million?" Lindsay understood now. "Oh, I see."

Suddenly, Cheryl gasped. "Yves, wait—this contract has been accepted."

Once a contract was accepted, it meant danger was imminent.

"Didn't I tell you to contact the dark web administrator and take Lindsay's listing down?" Yves turned to Cheryl, visibly displeased.

Cheryl raised three fingers in a swear. "Yves, I really did reach out to the dark web admin. I left him a message, but then old Mr. Quigley suddenly had that accident, and we rushed to Haven in a panic. Right after that, Lindsay got into trouble too. One thing after another—I only just had time to log back into the dark web, and that's when I saw the contract had been accepted. The admin still hasn't replied to me."

It wouldn't have been a big deal if Lester's contract had been picked up by an assassin—he deserved it anyway. The real problem was that Lindsay's listing had been taken too. That was the trouble!

"Back to the room. I'll contact the dark web admin myself," Yves instructed Cheryl.

The second floor of the cruise ship was reserved for guest accommodations. Yves had booked two rooms—prices on board were several times higher than on land. Even an ordinary room cost over ten thousand.

"Lindsay, stay in the room and rest. Don't go out, no matter what. If you get too bored, wait for me to come back, and I'll take you around the ship," Yves reminded Lindsay.

"Don't worry about me. Go handle your things. I'll be fine."

"I'll be back as soon as I'm done," Yves said before leaving with Cheryl for the other room.

Alone in the bedroom, Lindsay felt a bit restless. She turned on the TV to pass the time.

The girl didn't reply but stood up and walked straight toward the bathroom.

Lindsay fetched a bathrobe from the bedroom and handed it to her. "Wrap yourself in this after you shower."

The girl took it and entered the bathroom without a word. She moved as if her soul had left her body, her eyes hollow and vacant. Lindsay almost wondered if she was mute.

Ten minutes later, the girl emerged from the shower wrapped in the robe. Her previously grimy face was now clean and luminous, like a ripe cherry.

As Lindsay took in her appearance, fragments of memories from a past life flashed through her mind—too fleeting to grasp clearly. Yet she knew, with certainty, that she had known this girl before.

"You're very beautiful. I like you," the girl suddenly spoke, but her voice didn't match her delicate appearance. It was rough and gravelly, as if scratched by sandpaper.