Even if Ainsley didn't know the conclusion of what happened earlier when the glass wall in the third-floor atrium suddenly came off, he didn't really think much of it. It was an accident to him, and it should remain as one. He didn't want to think much, really.
However, Sinclair knew the kind of people he had on that megayacht. Throwing them overboard was too kind. He would just need to wait first, perhaps just until Ainsley was not looking.
The megayacht docked at the cove, and everyone in that small harbor knew who had arrived. There was only one person who had the audacity to bring such a powerful man-made vessel to their dragon island. After all, he owned it.
Sinclair walked down the port with Ainsley in tow. The CEO never dropped his airs as he sported his designer clothes and spectacles; actually, it was even more powerful than before. If Ainsley could stop walking next to him, the human would.
