Seeing Hannah’s interest, Remington extended his hand, offering, “In that case, Miss Moore, would you join me at my ce?”


    Hannah gently touched his hand with her finger and smiled in agreement.


    “Okay.


    ”


    Together, they moved to a different part of the deck, noticeably more opulent and crowded than Rodrigo’s area.


    Remington’s im was no exaggeration; the ce was swarming with dozens of bodyguards.


    There, Hannah spotted several familiar faces from before boarding the ship, like Maria Courtenay, the gang leader’s lover from Lightby’s east district.


    She was by a group of muscr, shirtless men.


    Catching sight of Hannah with Remington, she raised her eyebrows in a defiant manner and gave Hannah a piercing look.


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    Hannah nced at Jalen, who sat on a sofa looking uneasy.


    When he noticed her, his face tensed up in surprise.


    He couldn’t believe Hannah was here.


    Remington guided Hannah to a seat, introducing her to Jalen.


    “Meet Miss Moore.


    She’s a big fan of your paintings, and it turns out you’re both from Cadilind,” he said.


    Hannah smiled and offered her hand.


    “Mr.


    White, I’ve heard so much about you,” she said.


    Jalen, visibly panicked, managed a strained smile.


    Remington, noticing his reaction, asked, “Mr.


    White, is everything alright?”


    “Yes… Everything’s fine,” Jalen replied, shaking Hannah’s hand, his palm sweaty.


    He tried to pull away, but Hannah held on, still smiling.


    “Mr.


    White, have we met before?” she asked.


    “Well… Perhaps I just have amon face,” Jalen said.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Hannah didn’t push further.


    Turning to Remington, she said, “Mr.


    Lyons, I really admire Mr.


    White’s work.


    May I speak with him privately?”


    Remington, ever the gentleman, ki*sed the back of Hannah’s hand.


    “Of course, Miss Moore.


    It would be an honor for Mr.


    White.


    ”


    After saying that, Remington shed a smile at Jalen.


    “You agree, Mr.


    White?” he asked.


    Jalen managed a strained smile in response.


    “Well… yes,” he said.


    Satisfied, Remington released Hannah and stood up, leaving her with Jalen as he walked away.


    Jalen, no longer able to hide his agitation, blurted out, “Hannah… just now…”


    Hannah, pouring a ss of red wine, smiled reassuringly, “Mr.


    White, rx.


    It’s not yet time to reveal who I am.


    ”


    She gently swirled her wine, its deep red hue shimmering ominously in the light, hinting at hidden dangers.