Quinn pouted, jumped off the rocks, took off her robe, and threw it on the stone before bathing in the sea.


    Alexander identally nced over; not looking was fine, but when he saw the mute girl had run far, the seawater had reached her neck; and his shaving hand paused. Cut to the flesh.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    He picked up the towel next to him to cover the wound and muttered softly, "Quinn,e up here!"


    She turned around, looking at him puzzled.


    She gestured, "I want to take a bath."


    Alexander said, "Let me repeat,e up here!"


    Quinn pursed her lips; and seeing his unfriendly expression, she fell silent for a moment. Then, she obediently walked towards the shore.


    Alexander didn''t bother to shave his beard anymore. He tossed away the towel, and when Quinn approached, he grabbed her and wrapped her in a bathrobe that was nearby. Alexander said, "Are you trying to get yourself killed by running that far?"


    Quinn looked at him innocently.


    Alexander looked at her for a while, sighed helplessly, and then resignedly helped her put on the robe.


    Alexander said, "Don''t bathe in the sea. Wait to go..."


    Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized something and looked up at the sky.


    Quinn also looked up, vaguely seeing a helicopter hovering in the sky, but it was far away; only a ck dot could be seen.


    She hesitated, then looked back at Alexander.


    Alexander, not knowing what he was thinking, grabbed Quinn''s hand and strode quickly towards the yacht.


    He pulled out the clothes she had worn before and threw them to her. "Put these on."


    Quinn caught the clothes, but when she turned back, Alexander had already gone out.


    On the helicopter.


    Kyle held up the binocrs, searching for Alexander and their traces on the sea.


    "It''s been so many days. They couldn''t have actually died, could they?" he muttered. From the beginning, he had been full of confidence, but now he was bing increasingly disappointed.


    Kyle couldn''t help but feel a bit sad, thinking, ''After so many days at sea, they would have died of thirst or hunger by now.''


    Walter was beside him, hearing this, and he chuckled. "Bad guys generally live long; he''s not that easy to die."


    Kyle didn''t know where Walter''s confidence came from, or maybe he didn''t care about Mr. Kennedy''s life or death.


    Kyle said irritably, "I see you''re eager for them to die, right?"


    Walterughed. "Whether they live or die, what does it have to do with me?"


    "But then again, if both Landon and Alexander are dead, then the Kennedy Group, wouldn''t it naturally fall to me to inherit?" After all, Walter hadn''t divorced Freya yet, so inheriting the Kennedy Group seemed fine. Kyle opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing how to refute him, so he just retorted, "You''re dreaming!"


    Walter said, "Kyle, you better be nice to me. Who knows, I might soon be your boss."


    "How could you say such a thing?" Kyle red at him.


    Walter smiled, looking straight at him.


    Kyle was furious, but now was clearly not the time to argue with this man. He picked up the binocrs and continued searching.


    The lens turned; and he suddenly saw a distant ind.


    Kyle said, "There''s an ind over there. Let''s go check it out!"


    The pilot followed the direction of his finger, turned the aircraft, and flew towards the ind.


    Walter snatched the binocrs from him and looked down through them.


    There really was an ind.


    "We''ve already checked two inds before. This ind may not have anyone." Walter poured cold water on him.


    "You Shut up!"