Chapter 305 - Little Chance of Survival

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rochelle’s heart skipped a beat. Had Samantha…finally been found?

She rushed to the beach, but as soon as she approached, she could clearly see that Blockhead was dragging an iron pole instead of Samantha.

Rochelle’s body froze immediately.

Blockhead dragged the iron pole and walked to the shore step by step. He then pulled off his diving mask and threw the iron pole on the beach. The man looked at Rochelle while panting and said, “Mrs. Yates, I only found this iron pole.”

Rochelle clenched her hands tightly and was gritting her teeth. “I want you to find Sammy! Not this thing!”

What use did she have for an iron pole?

Blockhead continued explaining, “I saw some broken ropes next to the iron rod, and if I’m guessing correctly, Ms. Larsson was probably tied to this iron pole. Faced with the rising tide, she was likely drowned to death.”

“Ms. Larsson, along with the iron pole and the rope, was likely swept to sea by the receding tide and subsequently sank.”

“Ms. Larsson’s corpse has probably flowed along with the tide into the depths of the sea. The chances of finding her are very slim.”

It could even be said that finding her was an impossible task!

“Shut up.”

Rochelle scolded coldly, “I ordered you to find her, not give me all this crap. Don’t even think of coming back up if you can’t find her!”

Blockhead did not attempt to explain any further. His master’s order was above everything else and he was given the order to protect Rochelle. As a result, he had to listen to what she said.

He put on his diving mask again and jumped into the sea once more.

Rochelle placed her hands over her lips all of a sudden as tears started to fall.

She was well aware that Blockhead was a man of few words, like Jonathan. Even so, the training he received since he was a child had given him a very keen and professional judgment. The remarks he made were very likely a true reflection of the situation at hand, that Samantha had little chance of surviving.

However, Rochelle did not want to believe it. She could not believe it!

If she gave up Samantha, then her existence would cease too.

One day passed, then another, and another… Rochelle had lost count of the days and there was still no sign of Samantha’s corpse.

The police gave up on the search-and-rescue operation and issued a notice announcing Samantha’s death.

Rochelle had to kick up a storm for them to finally change the announcement from ‘death’ to ‘missing’.

She still refused to give up though. She brought Blockhead to Selaphi Beach and brought along a professional search-and-rescue team she hired to go dive into the sea and search countless times.

There was still no news.

Rochelle spent that entire month in despair.

On a certain day, Blockhead had just put on his diving equipment when the phone rang. He picked up the phone and answered immediately after seeing the caller ID.

He greeted in a very respectful voice. “Mr. Yates.”

Jonathan asked coldly, “How’s the situation?”

Blockhead replied truthfully. “It’s impossible for her to be alive under such circumstances. If my hunch is correct, then it’s probably the doing of someone from over there.”

The people from there were famous for doing things swiftly and cleanly.

Like him, they were silent when staying their hand but became mercilessly ruthless when they did anything.

Unless…

The possibility of that ‘unless’ was practically zero and Blockhead did not continue to mention that.

Jonathan then said, “Then she’s kicked up enough of a fuss already. It’s time to come back.”

Blockhead turned around to look at Rochelle, who was standing by the sea while staring ahead like a statue. She was frowning slightly and showed a rare weak side. “Mr. Yates, she’s in an entranced state right now and won’t go back.”

There was a hint of helplessness in Jonathan’s tone but his remark was a merciless tone when he ordered, “Knock her out and bring her back!”

Those seven words allowed Blockhead to breathe a sigh of relief.

He would find it difficult to use brainpower, but using force was something he was already very accustomed to.

He immediately replied, “Yes, Mr. Yates!”

After hanging up the phone, Blockhead walked up to Rochelle and knocked her unconscious before she could react.

He then stretched out his hand and caught Rochelle as her entire body collapsed limply.

He picked her up said to the leader of the rescue team, “The rescue will end from this moment on. Any balance will be directly charged to your account.”

Then, he carried Rochelle and strode away.

…

When Rochelle woke up, she was already abroad a helicopter.

Her eyes suddenly filled with rage. Blockhead walked up to her and spoke as coldly as always, “Mr. Yates wanted me to bring you back. You may vent your anger as you please if you’re angry.”

He would not resist regardless of how she vented her anger.

Rochelle stared at him stubbornly and clenched her fists so forcefully that the veins on the back of her hands were popping out.

Blockhead waited for her to deliver a punch.

Ever since Rochelle had a severe falling-out with Jonathan, she hated Jonathan and was also spiteful of the bodyguard assigned to ‘watch’ her.

Whenever she could not chase him off, she would often hit him.

She showed no mercy to Jonathan and acted the same toward the bodyguard.

After waiting for some time, Rochelle’s punch never came and the bodyguard looked at her in some surprise.

He noticed that the anger in Rochelle’s eyes had inexplicably disappeared. In place of it was an indecipherable coldness and reticence.

She even seemed quiet and did not make a fuss. She leaned back on the chair, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Few things could surprise Blockhead, but the scene in front of him made him a little perplexed.

What was going on?

The helicopter finally landed in Capital City.

Blockhead got into a car with Rochelle and asked softly, “Shall I take you back to the apartment, Mrs. Yates?”

Rochelle’s expression remained calm and she spoke in an eerily composed manner as she said, “I want to see Jonathan.”

40 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Rochelle got out of the car, walked straight in, then took the elevator to the top-floor suite. She then opened the door directly and entered the room.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, which showed that Jonathan was bathing inside.

Rochelle looked at the big, soft bed. She raised her hands, placed her beautiful and slender fingertips on her shirt buttons, then unbuttoned them one by one. She then took off all her clothes.

She stepped across the scattered clothes and walked to the bed, where she lifted the blanket to lie down.

The sound of trickling water stopped after about ten minutes. Jonathan wrapped a towel around his waist and strode out.

He walked to the other side of the bed and laid down.

The next second, he keenly sensed that something was wrong and reached out under the blanket to grab the person’s neck.

The person under the blanket did not dodge or hide. Instead, they reached out from the blanket at the same time and reached for his sensitive parts.

Jonathan’s eyes sank and a killing intent suddenly appeared.

Could there be someone that desperate and brave to crawl into his bed?

As soon as his hand grabbed the woman’s nape and touched her skin, his movements suddenly stopped, and his deep voice was full of shock, “Chelle?”

He immediately lifted the blanket with one hand as he said that.

At that moment, Rochelle pushed him down and sat on top of him, gazing amorously at him from above.

Her red lips parted slightly and she spoke in no uncertain terms, “I’ll sleep with you…on the condition that you get rid of Harmony!”