Chapter 973

Jordan’s eyes narrowed, a glint of shrewdness and machinations dancing in his gaze.

Though anger simmered within him, he couldn’t so easily cast aside Domenic, the most suitable leader of the Walsh Group.

He thought Domenic was temporarily blinded by the charms of that Lindsey.

He wanted Domenic to see that woman’s true color, and then he would know that Carole was the perfect fit for him-someone kind and moral.

“By the way, how’s Carole doing?” Jordan asked casually, his thoughts returning to the matter at hand.

“Domenic spent the night in his room,” Franklin replied.

Jordan’s mood brightened, his face now alight with joy.

“It seems Carole hasn’t let me down.

To handle men, one must employ some tactics to hold them tightly.

Being too naive won’t help; even if she marries Domenic, she could easily be taken advantage of.

”

“You’re absolutely right.

After tonight, your worries should be alleviated.

”

“Good! That’s just wonderful!” Jordan felt a wave of relief and said to Franklin, “I can’t wait to see the drama next day!”

The night’s festivities lasted until nearly dawn.

As the sun rose over the sea, the cruise ship finally returned to tranquility.

But it was merely the calm before the storm.

Domenic slowly opened his eyes.

Last night, he dealt with the company’s affairs until midnight and somehow fell asleep on the sofa.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

An early riser by habit, he was acutely aware that his sleep was never deep unless Lindsey was beside him.

As he stirred, his thoughts immediately wandered to Lindsey.

The soft glow of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a serene glow on the room.

Thinking he had fulfilled the promise he had made to Carole, he knew it was high time to return to Lindsey.

He rose from the sofa, stretched his stiff, weary body, and stepped out into the corridor.

The ship was a sprawling vessel, and Domenic’s opulent suite was quite a distance from Carole’s quarters.

On his way, he attempted to reach Hendrix to get an update on the previous night’s events, but the call remained unanswered.

His brows knit together in concern.

Hendrix was a model of reliability, always reachable, day or night.

The uncharacteristic silence set off alarm bells in Domenic’s mind.

Had something gone wrong?

His pace quickened, urgency propelling him towards the luxury suite.

Upon arrival, he found Hendrix absent, the persistent silence from his phone only heightening his unease.

A knot of worry tightened in his chest.

The suite’s security system recognized his fingerprint, allowing him entry without hesitation.

Bursting into the room, he was greeted by an eerie stillness.