<h4>Chapter 502: Who Is He?</h4>


    At half past midnight, E finally arrived at the pier.


    The dock was crowded with various types of boats, but at thiste hour, only a few people lingered, smoking and drinking near the bow of their ships.


    As soon as E appeared, a man dressed in ck stepped off a speedboat parked not far away. He looked like a local from S City and greeted E in the city’s distinctive ent.


    "Hello, are you Miss E?"


    E froze for a moment before nodding quickly. "Yes, I am. Are you... the one sent to pick me up?"


    "A distinguished guest has instructed me to escort you to Ice Ocean Ind. Miss Davis, please board the boat," the man said politely.


    E took a deep breath.


    The sea breeze was bitterly cold. She tightened her coat around her and stepped lightly onto the speedboat.


    Since the person had gone through such trouble, they likely wouldn’t make a move on her aboard the boat. Their purpose wasn’t to kill her—it was something else.


    After E boarded, the man started the speedboat, elerating at a startling pace. The cold made her shiver uncontrobly, though thankfully, she had brought an extra coat.


    Otherwise, she feared she’d fall ill before even reaching her destination.


    The biting sea breeze was relentless, the temperature on the water having dropped significantly. The speedboat’s rapid pace whipped E’s hair straight back.


    She sat trembling in her seat, each passing moment feeling unbearably long.


    Time dragged on.


    E felt like her back was going to break from sitting so long.


    And still, the destination was nowhere in sight.


    Ice Ocean Ind was a small private ind located far from S City. Word had it that the ind was purchased by a wealthy individual from Country Y.


    The icy moonlight reflected off the water’s surface, and the speedboat’s swift passage left waves rippling behind it.


    When E was curled up tightly from the cold, the boat finally began to slow.


    E lifted her head and saw the ind looming close.


    "Miss Davis, after you disembark, please wait there. That’s the guest’s instruction," the man said politely.


    E wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. She simply nodded, stepped off the speedboat, and walked several paces onto the dock before stopping.


    The man quickly drove the boat away.


    The chill was so intense that E’s palms itched, and goosebumps rose all over her skin.


    The dock on the ind was eerily quiet, devoid of any signs of life.


    But E wasn’t afraid. She stood still, her gaze steady and resolute. Having taken the first step, she was determined to face whaty ahead with confidence.


    The wind howled mercilessly, its mournful sound like the wailing of spirits.


    E nced back at the dark, shadowy forest behind her. On any other day, such a sight would have terrified her, but in this critical moment, fear was a luxury she couldn’t afford.


    Rumble, rumble, rumble—


    The sound of a helicopter approached.


    E looked up to see its speed slowing. She was momentarily startled—her adversary was clever, using the same tactic again!


    By picking her up directly from this ind, there would be no intermediaries, leaving no trace of where she was taken next.


    E couldn’t help but admire the meticulous nning. It seemed that when Eric received her message in three days, tracking her would already be a monumental challenge.


    Thinking quickly, E crouched and scratched a series of strange symbols onto arge rock nearby before discarding the stone.


    The helicopter drew closer, descending steadily—it was unmistakably heading for her.


    The noise it brought was deafening, nearly unbearable for E, and the wind whipped at her coat, threatening to blow it away. Adder dropped from the helicopter, and a man—clearly of African descent—climbed down.


    "Miss Davis, pleasee aboard. I’ve been entrusted to bring you safely," he said.


    Shivering from the cold, E approached thedder and gripped the icy rungs, climbing up step by step.


    When E boarded the ne, thedder was slowly retracted.


    She stepped inside and saw two dark-skinned men standing silently on either side, their expressions cold and indifferent.


    E took her seat, fastened her seatbelt, and calmly closed her eyes. She neither spoke nor revealed her confusion.


    The two men in ck exchanged nces, impressed by herposure.


    E knew that what was meant to happen couldn’t be stopped, and what was meant to leave couldn’t be held back. She needed confidence and calmness to face whaty ahead.


    The helicopter flew forward, its presence even alerting the ind’s owner, who climbed to the rooftop only to see the shadow of the helicopter disappearing into the distance...


    She wasn’t sure how much time had passed.


    Someone gently shook her awake. It turned out that she had fallen asleep on the ne, exhausted. When she woke up, a faint, bitter smile crossed her lips. She hadn’t been able to sleep in thefort of her own home, yet here, in such a dangerous situation, she had miraculously managed to fall asleep.


    How strange I am, she thought.


    To feel at ease enough to sleep in such a ce—maybe it was because she was about to see her son?


    "Miss Davis, you can get off now," a dark-skinned man said politely in thenguage of Country W.


    E silently stood, stepping off the ne with purposeful strides.


    In front of hery a small ind.


    The coastline was lined with perfectly arranged palm trees. The neatness suggested that the ind’s owner had a touch of obsessivepulsive tendencies.


    E stepped onto the ground, her heart pounding wildly. Could she be about to see her son?


    The two men in ck led her ind.


    They passed massive stone carvings with inscriptions, peculiar statues, and beautifully arranged flowerbeds.


    Everything seemed... normal.


    The sun had already risen, but the temperature was still low—colder than it had been when she left the harbor. The chill bit at her throat, making it sore.


    E calcted the time. If this truly was a European ind, she had departed at 1 a.m., and it should be around 9 p.m. local time.


    With the sunrise now illuminating the sky, it meant she had likely been on the ne for about ten hours.


    If it wasn’t a European ind, then perhaps the flight hadsted only six hours.


    E furrowed her brows. No point overthinking it. The important thing was to focus on her mission and prepare for whatever confrontationy ahead.


    In her heart, she had already determined that the ind’s owner must be Mason.


    That obsessive, twisted man—it could only be him behind all this.


    Following a pentagram-shaped stone path, they reached the ind’s first vi.


    Though it wasn’t far from the shore, E felt her feet go numb and her hands grow icy cold.


    It was likely the cold. Her lips felt like they were turning blue.


    The vi was Western-style, with a garden in front but no gate—just a transparent ss entrance.


    The two men in ck pushed the door open. E looked up and saw a man in a white sweater sitting leisurely inside, holding a ss of milk. Beside him sat a stunningly beautiful woman.


    E’s brows furrowed deeply. It’s not Mason?


    Yet she couldn’t ce this man. Searching her memory, she couldn’t recall anyone she or Eric might have offended. No matter how hard she tried, his face triggered no recognition.