The bodyguards helplessly looked at the old butler.
Just a few days ago, there had been a shooting. Even aboard the ship, they couldn't let their guard down. But if the butler made a command, they weren't in a position to disobey.
"Let him... calm himself down."
The old butler frowned and let out a long sigh.
Anybody would feel disturbed upon learning that someone who wanted them dead could potentially be a close relative.
Everyone thought Lucas Walker was a person who didn't care about familial ties and was devoid of emotions. Only the old butler who had watched him grow knew Lucas was not like that.
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The eighth floor terrace.
Ivana Bennett took the ice cream handed to her by a servant and scanned the surrounding area from her spot leaning against the bar. There was still no sign of Nightwind's presence.
After casually fishing out some change from her wallet for a tip, she nonchalantly dug into her ice cream and headed towards the terrace exit.
