When they were tired of fighting, I glanced at the weather outside and cheerfully waved my hand.
The bodyguards immediately dragged the three of them to the third–floor sundeck.
Today, the sea temperature was a scorching 107 degrees Fahrenheit.
I told the bodyguards to let them go when the sun went down.
Before leaving, Cassie looked at me with expectation.
I raised the corner of my lips. “Oh, I almost forgot about you.”
If I hadn’t been lucky enough to meet and recognize my biological father on the ship, I would probably be her free tool for pleasing men right
now.
“Since you love being a yacht girl serving dark–skinned gentlemen so much, I’ll send you to Africa to shine and do your best.”
Cassie’s expression changed.
I intentionally had someone blindfold her head and let her float at sea for a day.
When she was brought to the police station, she was scared out of her wits and immediately confessed all the bad things she had done.
The number of girls she had tricked into “gigs” under the guise of temporary work was at least eighty, if not a hundred.
Those who were obedient were disciplined and threatened into long–term “employment.”
Those who were disobedient were directly thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.
Many of them were on missing persons lists, but their parents would never see their daughters return home.
Cassie was charged with multiple crimes and eventually sentenced to death.
The Arthur family was left exposed on the deck for four hours.
After the bodyguards threw them off the yacht, it was Brooke who asked a passerby to call an ambulance for them.
During that month on the yacht, all three of them contracted various sexually transmitted diseases.
Even more shockingly, Eleanor, nearly 40, became pregnant at the same time as her 18–year–old daughter.
This news quickly spread throughout the hospital.
Many reporters rushed to the hospital to interview them.
Arthur, feeling disgraced, tried to escape the hospital by jumping out a window, accidentally breaking his leg.
Arthur, feeling disgraced, tried to escape the hospital by jumping out a window, accidentally breaking his leg.
Even his manhood was not spared.
Reporters excitedly snapped many photos of him.
The Arthur family became a complete public disgrace.
Arthur had originally thought that social humiliation didn’t matter; after a few years, he could rise again, and who would care then?
But his company, along with his good friend who wanted to buy me for a million dollars, both went bankrupt one after another.
After their bankruptcy, Eleanor was tormented even more severely by her mother–in–law, until one day she finally couldn’t take it anymore and
attacked her with a knife.
Eleanor was jailed.
Brooke aborted the baby; it was rumored to be a dark–skinned infant, horrifyingly ugly.
Arthur, after multiple setbacks, completely lost his mind, rushed out of the house, and was never seen again.
Meanwhile, under Dad’s meticulous care, I leisurely spent my summer break.
On the day my top–tier university started, Dad drove his SUV and dropped me off at the school gates.
That night, I was scrolling on my phone in my dorm room when I came across a post.
Brooke had changed her English name and posted several sexy photos, with the caption:
“College girl heading out to sea for a yacht gig tomorrow. Dark–skinned gentlemen, book your spots now.”
I never thought she’d ultimately become addicted to that lifestyle.
It was said that Cassie’s execution was also today.
I expressionlessly scrolled past.
Respecting others‘ destinies, letting go of the urge to help.
This life, I will only live for myself, and for Dad.
