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

softly and said, “Tell me: Should I

continued, “You ruined the Hart family, and the shares I held

try to retrieve those shares from me because you were waiting for this

but it was all in vain. I have nothing now,

right, you’ve outwitted me, and

on an eerie appearance. “You’ll soon

let me correct myself. You’ve never gained anything to begin with. The Harts

have nothing to lose, unlike

run out of bullets. In an attempt to stall, he

“Are you referring to the love from our family? Do you

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

love for control. They hate you

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

me, they wouldn’t have allowed my biological parents to

liked the feeling of exclusive possession and nothing more. If

his feelings and killed

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

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