Vicky’s eyes were fixed on Tyler’s tall, imposing figure. He stood amid the raging storm, unmoving.

On the ship, Lincoln watched as his subordinates fell around him. This did not faze him, and he even smiled slightly. “You

know your way with guns, no doubt,” he remarked, looking at the gun pointed at him. “But you’re out of bullets now, aren’t

you?”

Tyler’s gaze darkened, but he did not say a word.

“I kidnapped the woman you care about the most. Given your personality, you would’ve shot me the moment you saw me

if you had any bullets left. You didn’t,” Lincoln continued.

Tyler had always been a decisive person who did not hesitate, so his failure to shoot Lincoln indicated he ran out of

bullets.

Lincoln smugly waved the gun in his hand. “You’re out of bullets, but I’m not.” He released the safety and alternated the

Tyler and the speedboat. He chuckled softly and said, “Tell

Tyler’s answer, Lincoln continued, “You ruined the

me because you were

but it was all in vain. I have nothing

right, you’ve outwitted me, and I

took on an eerie appearance. “You’ll

correct myself. You’ve never gained anything to begin with. The Harts only care about

nothing to lose, unlike

bullets. In an attempt to

love from our family? Do you really

selfish as Old Mister Hart, how exactly did you think his children

satisfied their love for

will do as they say. They never cared about me either. If they really

wouldn’t have allowed

the feeling of exclusive possession and nothing more. If they truly

have disregarded his feelings and

no longer had any feelings for the Hart family nor for

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