The gentleman had instructed them to treat her the same way they treated him, and the maid didn't dare to disobey him, not even a bit.
Even if Ivana wanted to kill her, she wouldn't dare to resist because she knew that if she did, the consequences would be worse than death.
The maid squeezed past Ivana, bending and beckoning with her hand, leading the way from an off-center position ahead.
Outside the door was a brightly lit corridor.
In the corridor, several bodyguards stood straight, their hands slightly clenched.
Although it was broad daylight, they all wore sunglasses.
Noticing Ivana approaching, the expressionless faces of the bodyguards unconsciously twitched.
They had seen all too many women trying to please their boss.
Which of them were not finicky about their appearance, this woman, dressed like this to meet her boss?!
Had she gone mad?!
Passing through the corridor, the maid stopped in front of a white carved wooden door at the end of the hallway, raising her palm towards Ivana in a beckoning gesture.
The two bodyguards standing by the door simultaneously extended their hands to push it open.
The gentle sea breeze hit their faces.
Outside the wooden door was a semi-open, large terrace.
The man in the white shirt stood with his back towards her, slightly bent over the railing.
The brilliant sunlight showered him, causing his golden-brown hair to shine with a golden halo.
Although it was just a silhouette, Ivana immediately recognized that it was Lucas Walker.
She could not be mistaken about that air of supremacy and dominance that screamed 'look no further'.
Stand by the man in the white shirt, two middle-aged butlers in tailcoats, and a Caucasian man in a suit who was holding a computer, reading a report in English to him.
Ivana took a shallow breath and walked in.
Hearing the sound of the door opening behind them, several people turned around at the same time - of course, this included Lucas Walker who was hunched over the railing.
All eyes were on Ivana. Seeing her, not just the butlers but even Lucas Walker was taken aback.
Standing before everyone, Ivana's black hair with slight natural curls cascaded casually over her shoulders. Her hair wasn't completely dry and droplets of water still clung to its ends.
Her upper body was draped in an oversized men's white shirt, underneath which peeked out a black silk skirt hem.
The originally regal and luxurious gown had been entirely ripped away at the hem, with two strands of thread still dangling from one side.
The skirt fluttered in the wind, revealing her pristine white knees and straight calves.
Below that were her white jade-like bare feet, notably clad in a pair of oversized men's slippers.
The men's shirt, the velvet dress with its skirt torn off, the oversized slippers...
Every single item on this woman seemed utterly mismatched, yet, on her, there was no sense of disharmony.
It was as if all these pieces were meant to be combined this way.
She simply stood there in the dazzling sunlight, standing confidently under everyone's scrutiny, her gaze indifferent to everyone present.
It was as if this wasn't a stranger's yacht but her own living room.
Her eyes briefly met Lucas Walker's, then Ivana, in her oversized slippers, walked directly to the dining table draped with a white, lace tablecloth, and sat down.
"Breakfast."
Just two words, uttered as if she was calling to a server in a restaurant.
All the butlers and bodyguards felt a chill run down their spines.
Was this woman actually ignoring their Sir Lucas Walker himself?
She didn't give any greetings, she didn't bow, and even had the audacity to sit down before he did, and to top it off, she even called for a meal.
Such a beautiful woman... what a pity.