The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 215

Jessica suddenly stepped in front of Lindsay, shielding her from the gun. She glared at Logan. "You'd better put that gun down right now. Don't cause any trouble."

"Get out of the way if you don't want to die. Don't make me hurt a woman," Logan said, then tried to rally support. "Anyone who trusts me, stand behind me. Stick with me, and you'll survive. But if you go with them, who knows? You might end up dead for no reason, just like everyone else on this ship."

His implication was clear: he was talking about Yves and his group.

The other four men remained neutral, not taking a side. All they cared about was their own survival; the fate of others was none of their concern.

One of them, a man named Simon, spoke up. "Honestly, we shouldn't be fighting amongst ourselves. What that other guy said was right—we should stick together.

"The dead are dead. We survivors need to focus on staying alive. If the killer were really among us, they probably wouldn't let us stand around talking. We're just the lucky ones."

With the ice broken, another man named Boris added, "Yeah, put the guns down. Let's work together. Once we dock, we can all go our separate ways."

This cruise was headed for international waters to conduct illegal business. If any of them went to the police after docking, they'd essentially be turning themselves in.

One by one, they tried to persuade Logan. Maybe their words got to him, or maybe he realized he was alone against two guns.

Even if he managed to kill two of them, he'd be shot in the process.

After weighing his options, Logan finally lowered his gun. Yves and Cheryl did the same.

Lindsay led Jessica over to Yves and whispered, "We should find somewhere else to sit. It's too dangerous to be around them."

The men who had spoken up seemed reasonable, but appearances could be deceiving.

To be blunt, unless you were trafficked onto this ship or here on a rescue mission…

...you probably weren't a good person.

Jessica gave a triumphant smile and, satisfied, turned to leave.

Yves and the others made their way to the ship's bridge, where Jessica had already set the vessel to autopilot.

Arthur suddenly spoke up. "Was that girl who stood in front of you the same one from the cage yesterday?"

After all, her face had been filthy yesterday, and she'd been naked. She looked quite different today, so he wasn't entirely sure.

"It was," Lindsay replied.

"She's quite brave, jumping in front of a gun like that for you. A lot of nerve." Arthur's words were veiled, but everyone present understood his underlying meaning.

Lindsay said coolly, "She's just an ordinary girl who was trafficked. She's only eighteen or nineteen. What kind of malice could she have? If she were that cunning, she wouldn't have been tricked onto this ship in the first place."