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

and the speedboat. He chuckled softly and said, “Tell me: Should I kill you or

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

from me because you

it was all in vain. I have nothing now,

me, and

eerie appearance. “You’ll soon lose everything

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

nothing to lose,

had run out of bullets. In an attempt to stall, he said, “You had plenty. You just got

I?” Lincoln smiled bitterly. “Are you referring to the love from our family? Do you really think

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

for control. They hate you because you’re rebellious, and that’s

they need someone who will do as they say. They never cared

wouldn’t have allowed

and nothing more. If they truly cared about

feelings and killed his

silently. He no longer had any feelings for the Hart family nor

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