At Night, on the boundless ocean, a luxurious cruise ship breaks through the waves, sailing smoothly across the sea
The "Valen", the world's most advanced cruise ship equipped with nearly all the entertainment facilities found on land, offers guests a delightful experience as if they were on solid ground.
For Ms Samantha Smith, however, tonight was absolutely awful!
She even wondered if Mr Smith
her dad
had gone insane trying to save money, by buying a twisted almanac from some shady vendor. Could Mr Smith have chosen a day that was supposedly auspicious for a new beginning, only for Samantha to encounter the greatest trouble of her life?
In the luxurious top-level suite, Samantha 's back was pressed tightly against the wall.
In front of Samantha stood Mr Ken, a tall man with a strikingly handsome face, almost beyond the legal limits.
Mr Ken had a neatly trimmed short haircut, sharp brows, and deep-set eyes that were intimidating to look into. Ken's stern black pupils, beneath a straight nose, led down to thin lips that hinted at a ruthless demeanor.
Ken's large hand gripped both of her hands, pinning them over her head.
Unable to break free, Samantha had no choice but to yield. Samantha smiled sweetly, and gently asked, Mr Ken, isn't our current posture... somewhat improper? After all, you're a high-ranking person, while I'm just a petty thief from the riff-raff. If someone were to see us like this..."
"Shut up." Mr Ken's voice was deep and resonant, dignified like the sound of a cello.
Hearing the coldness in Ken's tone, Ms Samantha Smith closed her mouth without a trace of humor.
Speaking of which, Samantha did feel a bit unlucky. There were so many rooms on this ship, yet Samantha chose to escape to this particular corridor, only to end up in this suite.
Thinking no one was inside, Samantha fearlessly changed out of her restrictive outfit into a nightgown, posed as a guest, and used her brilliant acting skills to deceive the Mr Richard, the security guard.
However, just as the guard was about to leave, Richard glanced at the room number and grew suspicious!
Mr Richard even asked Samantha what her relationship was with Mr Ken, the guest staying in the room!
What kind of relationship, at that moment, Samantha didn’t even know whether this Mr. Ken was old or young, round or flat, how could there be any relationship?
Considering that some rich people, despite being married, might have a so-called "fiancée" waiting to be made official on the side, it wasn't too outlandish.
Samantha casually claimed this relationship, but to Samantha's surprise, it only heightened Richard's suspicion and Richard demanded to check Samantha 's room key!
Just as Samantha was certain she was doomed, thinking about how her Mr Smith, her dad would be losing his support, Ken appeared out of nowhere, and even accepted the title of "fiancé" to help Samantha out of her predicament.
However, when Samantha saw Mr. Ken's true face, Samantha's heart dropped.
Samantha didn’t know which would be worse: getting caught by the Mr Richard or having to interact with this Mr. Ken.
Mr Ken having scanned Samantha, released Samantha's wrist.
Indeed Samantha looked very similar. Just by this face, one could easily mistake Samantha for someone else
Mr Ken made his judgment before casually turning around and slowly moving towards the grand divan.
Once released from Ken's grip, Samantha's eyes narrowed into slits. Ignoring Samantha's wrist, now reddened from his hold, Samantha raised her hand and aimed for Ken's neck!
The jewel from the exhibition hall was already in Samantha's possession. To avoid overnight And to avoid complications, Samantha needed to meet Mr Smith, as quickly as possible.
"There's no guarantee of success..." Ken's voice was steady, as firm as a mountain: "You'd better not act rashly."
His words carried an undeniable sense of intimidation, causing Samantha to hesitate mid-strike.
Calmly, Mr. Ken sat down on the sofa, his hawk-like piercing gaze never wavering from Samantha. Mr. Ken's thin lips parted as he spoke.
After all, I never allow anyone who dares to lay a finger on me to continue living safely; you won't be lucky a second time."
Even while sitting, Mr Ken exuded an overwhelming pressure that was suffocating.
Samantha couldn't afford a direct confrontation.
Quickly, Samantha withdrew her hand, smoothed her slightly curled long hair, and smiled innocently at him, "Mr Ken you are a generous man. You just helped me. How could I be so thoughtless? I merely wished to offer unpicked flowers to the Buddha — to toast you with a simple drink."
Samantha walked over to the liquor cabinet against the wall. As she opened the cabinet door, rows and rows of expensive rare wines nearly blinded Samantha with their value.
Such a shame. These were all collection-level wines. Priceless on the market, yet casually placed here for people to drink!
Choosing any bottle made Samantha feel a little heartache, like tearing up money. Fortunately, Samantha quickly found one that had already been opened.
No need to waste a new bottle, so naturally, Samantha chose this one.
She picked up a glass and poured the wine, subtly twisting off the ornament on her ring. A white powder quietly sprinkled into one of the glasses, dissolving instantly in the red wine.
Samantha turned around, approached Mr Ken and handed Ken the drugged glass. Ken, this drink is a toast to you."
Mr. Ken didn't take it right away, Ken's cold eyes swept over her face, as the corner of his mouth curled slightly, "Toast me?"
