Hearing the butler approaching from behind, Lucas Walker diverted his gaze from the distant seascape, "Did you find anything?"
The elderly butler halted his steps not far in front of him, "So far, nothing unusual. They don't seem to have any plans for an auction in the short term. However, there is a masked ball on the seventh floor tomorrow night. It's said that all unmarried ladies on board will receive an invitation."
A masked ball?!
There was a hint of surprise in Lucas Walker's blue eyes.
An image of Ivana Bennett unknowingly flashed across his mind again. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
His hand resting on the railing clenched tightly as he immediately focused on the open-air pool on the eighth floor.
In his line of sight, he saw a girl wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, leaning against the bar beside the pool, apparently choosing a drink.
