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What now? Maverick hesitated for a moment and picked up the satellite phone to call Grant. Before hanging up the phone, Grant only said, “Alright. Wait for my news.”
Grant was silent for a full minute before going to the Beckett Villa.
Beckett Villa Old Master Beckett had locked Tristan in his room for two days and two nights. Tristan refused to eat anything, but countless bottles were strewn all over the room.
He looked disheveled and listless as he hugged a bottle of wine and shrunk himself in a corner. His mouth continued to chant Joyce’s name. Keith Ludwig and Colton White tried to console him several times but to no avail.
Where was the spirited, cool, and noble Tristan Beckett that they knew? He really fell under Joyce’s spell! When Grant arrived and saw this scene, he could not help but frown. “Mr. Beckett, what if I told you that…
Joyce might be able to come back?” If he remembered correctly when Tristan first took over Beckett Corporation, several veterans in the corporation refused to accept him and colluded to set up a trap for him.
When several oil tankers passed through the Atlantic oceans, they were suddenly attacked by pirates and robbed.
At that time, the foreign officials and military did not care about such international disputes. In general, most people could only blame it on bad luck if a situation like this happened.
However, Tristan drove a speedboat and rushed at the pirate crew. Everyone thought that he was surely dead, but he came back alive and even brought back the crude oil as well! At that time, this incident had shocked the world.
Tristan was the first person who could escape from the pirates and make them retreat empty-handed.
Thus, if there was even a sliver of hope in this rescue operation, it would be Tristan. Grant told him the full situation without caring much about Tristan’s drunken state.
If the pirates wanted money, then it would be easy to settle. Grant was just afraid that they wanted Joyce’s life instead. As soon as Grant left, Tristan got up in a panic and told Mitchell to prepare a plane.
He had to go there immediately.
He took out an old phone and a gun from the safe, then strode out of the room with determination.
Old Master Beckett’s men simply could not stop Tristan, who had the vigor of a madman. Old Master Beckett could only watch his grandson leave and stomped his feet in anger.
As long as there was a glimmer of hope for Joyce, Tristan would be willing to risk his life for her!
Joyce chewed on the fish expressionlessly. Without any seasoning, she could not taste the freshness of the fish.
The fish was washed ashore by the sea, and Nathaniel picked it up and roasted it over some dried leaves.
Except for the salty and fishy smell, it was just bland and tasteless.
“I want to eat at that old French restaurant in the streets of Paris, coupled with a glass of white wine.
It’s simply perfection…” > Nathaniel ate with gusto. When he heard her words, he looked up at her and came over with a smile.
a “Joyce, if you don’t want to eat, you can give it to me…” He made a move to grab the fish from her.
Joyce dodged and glared at him while guarding her food. “You’d better watch out! Or else… Tigger will bite you…” To the side, Tigger bared its teeth at Nathaniel.
Nathaniel said tentatively, “If you’re bored, go dress up like the indigenous people. I’ll show you their community.” Joyce immediately shook her head.
He wanted her to walk to her death just because of boredom? Just hearing the words “indigenous people” scared her, much less dressing up like them! Absolutely not! The sky was cloudless, revealing an endless stretch of clean and clear blue.
The sea breeze blew in waves. It was refreshing and natural. However, Joyce did not appreciate it at all.
When would her restless and thrilling days end… Just as she was immersed in her boundless sadness, the sudden sound of a rumbling engine roar came from the distant sea.
Before Nathaniel could react, Joyce ran out to a spot with a higher elevation and waved at the little shadow in the sea. “Help…” The speedboat got closer and closer, and the sound also grew louder.
However, before Joyce could be happy, Nathaniel pulled her and ran, his voice cold and resolute. “Hurry up and run! They’re pirates.” Joyce’s expression turned fearful as she shut her mouth.
She picked Tigger up and started to run. 1 Nathaniel almost laughed in exasperation when he saw how eager she was to flee. ) “Run into the jungle…” There was hesitation in Joyce’s voice, but her footsteps did not falter.
“Aren’t those indigenous people in there?” “They’re much kinder than the pirates, ) at least…” That was true! The two of them ran without looking back, determined and resolute.
The cold wind blew on their faces, piercing and painful They ran until they were out of breath but did not dare to stop for a moment.
This was even more serious than the situation that rainy night! That was because they could hear the rough footsteps and unbridled laughter behind them as the pirates fired a few warning gunshots.
It was like a savage and primitive game of chase, with them as the prey. Joyce’s fear had never emerged so quickly. Every nerve in her body seemed to tremble in fear. Suddenly, she slipped, and her knees slammed to the ground with a dull thud.
It sounded like she broke her bone. Nathaniel turned around and saw her biting her lower lip in pain.
He tried to approach her so that he could carry her. However, Joyce pushed him away and gritted her teeth, standing up with her hands braced on the ground. She gave him a miserable smile. “Save your energy.
I can still run.” Nathaniel looked at her and finally nodded. He reached out and pulled her arm while running forward, not stopping for a moment. Her knee hurt excruciatingly.
It felt like her leg was about to be crippled. However, she could not stop.
She ran numbly, but the cold sweat beading on her forehead betrayed the pain she was trying so hard to endure! The gunshots behind them got louder as the footsteps gradually approached them.
Joyce’s heart shuddered violently. It was like a hand was squeezing her throat, and her body’s limits struggled against her consciousness.
She followed the orders of her consciousness without a moment of hesitation. The cold wind was interspersed with the occasional sound of gunfire.
They did not dare relax for even a moment! Their expressions grew gloomier, but they could only speed up their pace and run forward desperately.
The pirates must have seen the SOS mark left by Joyce and tracked them down. Seeing the smoke rising from the primitive tribe ahead, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Nathaniel pulled her around the side and hid behind a large and thick tree trunk. This was where they had stored the dried branches before. The branches still carried the strong smell of fish oil. “Bang-
The indigenous people were alarmed by the gunshot and stood up in panic and vigilance, wielding their wooden clubs. Joyce and Nathaniel exchanged a glance.
Nathaniel looked serious, and his eyes were alert. He brought his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture. Then, they heard countless hurried footsteps.
The indigenous people ran and stepped on the branches of trees, their mouths shouting an incomprehensible language. It sounded like a serious warning being issued.
The angry insults from the pirates were accompanied by the sound of The indigenous people were alarmed by the gunshot and stood up in panic and vigilance, wielding their wooden clubs.
Joyce and Nathaniel exchanged a glance. Nathaniel looked serious, and his eyes were alert. He brought his index finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture. Then, they heard countless hurried footsteps.
The indigenous people ran and stepped on the branches of trees, their mouths shouting an incomprehensible language. It sounded like a serious warning being issued.
The angry insults from the pirates were accompanied by the sound of their guns.
The atmosphere was tense for a while.
The pirates were naturally not afraid of the indigenous people since they had guns.
However, the natives outnumbered the pirates, and they had a limited number of bullets, so they did not have a huge advantage. What made them even more furious was that they had followed their “prey” to this place but found nothing except for the primitive tribe.
They had been fooled. “There are actually primitive people in this place? Damn it! It’s just a waste of bullets to kill them!” “That explorer should be nearby. I wonder if he’s a big fish.”
“We’ll know once we catch him. If he’s not valuable, kill him.” Only three pirates came. Joyce’s hair stood on end when their conversation reached her ears.