She left with Winston, leaving Rodrigo to watch her go with a dark look in his eyes.


    On a quieter part of the deck, Hannah leaned against the railing, feeling the sea breeze.


    Winston looked serious.


    She nced at him.


    “Are you going to keep quiet and say nothing all night?”


    Winston’s face remained emotionless and frosty.


    Hannah let out a sigh.


    “You don’t have to share if you don’t want to.


    But can you help me look into the stock situation at Lyons Group?”


    Winston’s eyebrows knitted together.


    “You’re serious about digging into Lyons Group?”


    Hannah nodded.


    “We’re helping them with their shady money.


    Having gotten this far, how can we not know who they really are? I’m worried if we’re not careful, there might be no going back.


    ”


    As they spoke, someone ced a ss of champagne before Hannah.


    Turning, she saw a tall man with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a prominent nose standing beside her.


    “Hello again, beautiful,” he said in a deep, resonant voice.


    “Can I offer you this drink?”


    Hannah raised an eyebrow and epted the ss.


    “Sure, why not?”Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “I’m Remington Lyons,” he introduced himself with a smile, clinking his ss against Hannah’s.


    “And who might you be, gorgeous?”


    “Hannah Moore,” she replied.


    Remington looked impressed.


    “Nice name.


    ”


    He nced at Winston.


    “And he is your… husband?”


    “No, he’s my bodyguard,” Hannah answered nonchntly.


    Remington gave a nod, acknowledging, “You really should have bodyguards for your protection.


    However, having just one isn’t enough to ensure your safety.


    How abouting to my ce? I’ve got plenty of bodyguards to keep you safe, Miss Moore.


    ”


    Hannah politely refused his offer.


    “Thanks, Mr.


    Lyons, but I prefer being on my own.


    ”


    “It’s a shame,” Remingtonmented.


    “Tonight, Mr.


    White, a renowned artist, is hosting an art show.


    He’s quite famous in Newfort, known for his several art exhibitions.


    It wasn’t easy getting him to host one on the Queen Elizabeth.


    Miss Moore, don’t you want to check it out?”


    There was an art show by Mr.


    White?


    She remembered Jalen mentioning his exhibition at 7 PM, the same time they were boarding.


    A sense of unease crept over Hannah.


    She gave Winston a look, and then smiled at Remington.


    “I’ve heard the exhibition starts at 9.


    I’m quite curious about this Mr.


    White.


    ”