They boarded the yacht together.
The luxurious yacht cut through the waves on the river, with the wind howling fiercely.
Purple Summers leaned against the railing, feeling a strong discomfort.
It was on a similar yacht that she had been pushed overboard and fell into the river to her death, which then began the entanglement with Alexander Summers.
Everything had started here.
Purple went to the location of the yacht explosion and also learned where the sniper had been in ambush; she looked around and all she had beside her were the rolling river waters and the endless wind, with no smell of gunpowder, nor sight of explosion debris.
"Did you guys carry out a rescue at that time?" Purple asked.
"No," the man shook his head, "We had a single-objective mission, to eliminate the sniper and then immediately evacuate. We encountered the thirteenth young master's men on the way, and I was injured. It was Young Master Graves's men who saved me."
