Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened from the inside. Rachel tapped the earpiece
with her finger and hung up a notice on the door. The words that were written on the board said, “Ongoi
ng Maintenance.” “Boss, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Quintin asked with concern.
“I‘m fine.” Rachel checked
her dress all over. If someone were to look carefully enough, they would find a bloodstain on it. But
since she was wearing a dark crimson dress, it was unnoticeable.
“Oh, thank god.” Quintin breathed a sigh of relief. “I was so worried just now. I thought Alice would hurt
you!”
Alice was so out of it and obviously wanted to harm Rachel. He was afraid that something bad would h
appen to her. Fortunately, the drug took effect. Datura was a strong substance. A small
bit of it could last for at least half a year. Once it came in contact with skin, it would penetrate
through the blood capillaries, rushing over to the heart and brain.
The blood vessels on the back of one‘s hand would turn red as the drug took action, and the more hype
r one was, the faster it took effect. That was why Rachel didn‘t mind any of Alice‘s threats
and rousing words earlier.
It was all part of her plan. Seeing that the blood vessels on the back of Alice‘s hand were turning
red, it indicated that the datura was in action.
If Rachel ignored Alice, she would have felt more emotional and would trigger the effect of the drug fast
er than normal. She had perfectly calculated
the time when she confronted Alice. “That was a smart move, boss. But don‘t ever do that again! You s
cared me out of my wits!” Quintin complained.
“Alright, alright.” Meanwhile, Victor kept tapping his foot
on the floor. When he looked at his watch, it had already been ten minutes since Rachel went to the bat
hroom. He frowned and thought of checking up on her, but when he went towards the bathroom, Rache
l was already approaching. “I‘m a little full,” Rachel said as she slowly walked up to him.
“You‘re full? But you only took a few bites.” Victor gave her a skeptical glance, but she appeared to be
normal. “Or you just don‘t like the food?” “Not very much,” Rachel responded as she caught a glimpse
of the red wine on the table. “What would you like to eat then?” “A burger would be nice,” Rachel
replied in a casual tone.
“I‘ll ask the chef to make one for you. Return to your room after you finish eating.” Victor‘s voice was po
werful and commanding, sounding like Rachel was not allowed to refuse. “No, thank you. I already ask
ed the chef yesterday and didn‘t like the taste. And the vegetables weren‘t fresh at all,” Rachel explaine
d. “Plus, I‘m already this full. I want to go back and rest.”
Victor locked his gaze on her for a long time. He didn‘t insist anymore. He let Rachel eat a few more
bites of steak and allowed her to go back to her room.
The next morning As soon as Rachel opened the bedroom door, the appetizing scent of food tickled her
nose. “Miss Bennet, you‘re awake. They brought the breakfast here just now.” The maid smiled as she
took the meal from the trolley and placed it on the
table. Rachel walked to the table and noticed it was a hamburger. She blinked a few times, feeling stun
ned. “A hamburger?” “Yes, Miss Bennet. You don‘t like it?
Should I go tell the chef to make you something else?” The maid followed her gaze
and looked at the hamburger on the table. “I thought
it was a little strange that they only sent a hamburger here.” Rachel continued to look at it without sayin
g anything. “Perhaps the ship doesn‘t have much food left? When I got
up earlier, I saw a helicopter flying above the ship. It seemed that it came to
deliver food,” the maid explained. A hamburger. A helicopter came to deliver food. Rachel had a good g
uess of what was going on.
The maid took Rachel‘s silence as a yes and assumed that she didn‘t want the hamburger, so she took
out her phone and said, “Miss Bennet, I‘ll call the chef right now and ask them to get your something el
se.” “No, it‘s fine.” “Then I assume you‘ll have this hamburger for breakfast, Miss Bennet?” the maid as
ked for confirmation. Rachel stared at the hamburger for a while and said, “Dump it in the trash.” “Pard
on? You want to throw it away?”
The maid thought she heard
wrong, so she asked again in disbelief. Rachel ignored her, turning away to go back to bed. The maid l
ooked at Rachel‘s back, feeling confused. It was such a waste to throw it, so she hesitated for a while.
But after some time, she sighed and followed Rachel‘s order.
The doorbell rang soon after. Ivan brought some stylists along with him. The trip was coming to a close,
so there would be a grand dinner party tonight. There would also be an auction, the proceeds of which
would be donated to charity. It was the main event of the cruise. So tonight‘s dinner party was particular
ly important. The stylists quickly set up their tools and started to prepare Rachel for it. The maid was in
awe as the stylists took out Rachel‘s dress from the suitcase.
“It‘s so beautiful!” she exclaimed. “Of course. It is one of our latest collections. Mr. Sullivan personally as
maid asked, her eyes widening. The maid couldn‘t believe what she had just heard. Staring at the dress
a hundred million dollars.
She swallowed and muttered, “I‘ve never even seen so much money in my life.” “The same goes for me
be delivered by the same helicopter and even cooked breakfast for her himself!”
Hearing this, the maid asked, “He cooked breakfast for Miss Bennet himself?” “Yes, I heard from the
waiter that Mr. Sullivan was cooking in the kitchen this morning. A hamburger or something?” A Hamburg
The maid gulped and looked at the trashcan in a daze. “Hey! Enough talking. Help me move the wardro
dress, could you afford to pay for it?!”
“I… I just want to feel the fabric…”
“Youcan‘t!” The maid pursed her lips and awkwardly withdrew her hand. She was feeling embarrassed b
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