But now, Natalie knew his arm was deeply wounded, yet she didn''t even spare it a nce.


    Sebastian sat on the beach, basking in the sun.


    He stared at the distant horizon, his expression somber.


    Sean saw that Sebastian was in a bad mood and didn''t disturb him.


    In the afternoon.


    Marshall''s chef prepared a feast with the fresh seafood-grilled, boiled, and


    steamed. Every dish was exquisite.


    Sebastian and Sean came aboard to eat with them.


    Natalie had invited them, so Marshall couldn''t object, though he gave Sebastian the cold shoulder.


    Sebastian, however, ignored Marshall''s attitude and ate his dinner with elegance. Natalie had made a seafood soup, which he hadn''t had in a long time. Tonight, he finally had a satisfying meal.


    Susan was also frosty towards Sebastian. Only Natalie, who had been paid, ate happily.


    Natalie checked her phone. "Marshall, the tide won''t be low until after 2 a.m. tonight. You guys can go ahead and sleep; I''m used to night diving."


    Just as she finished speaking, Susan chimed in, "Natalie, forget about diving. The witch is here. Let''s just go back. We can''t afford to mess with her, so it''s better to avoid her and stay safe."


    After what happenedst night, if she had been alone, her reputation would have been ruined.


    Natalie was confused. "Witch?"


    Marshall exined, "Joanna! She''s here. Let''s move to another ind or just go back. I don''t want to die at sea."


    Natalie looked out the window and saw it was indeed Joanna, standing at the bow of a yacht, dressed in a very revealing outfit. Joanna''s figure, admittedly, was stunning.


    Natalie frowned. "Then let''s go back."


    Sebastian looked at the three of them, a slight frown on his face. Were they really that scared of Joanna?


    Sean was a little scared too. He felt


    little


    like Joanna had him in her sights.


    "Um...


    Ms. Sanders, I... I have a


    stomachache...I think the cold from


    fishing


    the sea carter got to me, earlier


    Can you take me back with you? I


    don''t think it''s safe for me to stay here. I''m afraid I''ll pass out from the pain."


    Natalie looked at Sean, puzzled. He had just devoured tworge bowls of soup and


    two big lobsters. How could he possibly have a stomachache?


    Sean gave her a pleading look. He didn''t dare gamble his life on Sebastian''s protection.


    Natalie turned to Sebastian, her tone cool. "If Mr. Griffith agrees, you cane with us."


    Sean smiled. "Sir, my stomach is a bit upset. I''ll head back now and won''t interrupt your time with Ms. Scott."


    "Sean." Sebastian red at them, enunciating each word, "Then we''ll all go back together."


    Sean let out a sigh of relief.


    Going back was good. Onnd, Joanna couldn''t outmaneuver him.


    Marshall said, "Mr. Spencer, Sean, you should go back to your yacht. We''re heading back now."


    As Sebastian and Sean were disembarking, Joanna blocked their path,ining, "Sebastian, why didn''t you take me with you on your trip?"


    Sebastian''s tall figure was even more imposing against the setting sun. He hadn''t told Joanna he wasing here. How did she know?


    Sebastian narrowed his eyes. It seemed Joanna could always find him. And before, when she had framed Natalie, she had arrived just as things were happening couldn''t it always be a coincidence.


    There was only one possibility: Joanna had people on his team, and


    more than one He had been testing:


    this theory recently, and sure enough, Joanna had appeared again.


    He frowned, his voice chillingly cold. "How did you know I was here?"