...

The next day.

Edward White went looking for Alexander Kingsley, and it seemed Alexander Kingsley was about to go to Country Z; hadn’t he just been there!

"Admiral, when... will you be back?"

Alexander Kingsley turned his head and looked at Edward White: "Going to City A." After a pause, he lit a cigarette, "Going to find... to find my little rebel."

There was a sense of weariness in his words.

He took a drag on his cigarette, "I think I might have lost her."

Whether Carla Carr left on her own, deliberately avoiding him, or for whatever reason, it must be because he wasn’t good enough, so she made up her mind to leave.

To be honest, he had given a lot to her, so much that he couldn’t even describe it!

At this moment, it was just noon; several days without the sun, the sky remained gloomy, seemingly without any sign of improving.

Alexander Kingsley’s expression turned even colder: "I plan to stay in City A for a longer period this time."

Edward White: "You..."

Alright then!

Edward White smirked, furrowing his brow, and said, "Coincidentally, I’m heading back to China." Not calling Ella White, he was going back alone, no longer developing in the Sovereign Empire; he had already arranged everything regarding the company here, and it was uncertain when he would return.

Mainly, he didn’t want to come.

"Admiral, next time we meet, it might be... a wedding invitation." Having said this, Edward White left without turning back.

The cigarette in Alexander Kingsley’s hand had already burned out. He lowered his head, glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the nearby SUV, getting in.

Lieutenant Li followed behind, looking at Alexander Kingsley: "Admiral, are you sure you want to go to Country Z?"

Alexander Kingsley nodded: "Yes."

After all, she had once been with him.

That night, after they had been intimate, he accidentally noticed the tattoo on her abdomen, brushed it gently with his hand; it was a scar, although not apparent on the surface, with a touch, it was quite obvious.

Even if Carla really ended up with someone else, perhaps even marrying...

He would still wish her well, wouldn’t he!

In his memory, he had already given her the best, yet she seemed unsatisfied. What could he do? It was the first time in his life he felt so powerless.

He picked up his phone and called Lucas Knight.

...

Lucas Knight had just gotten out of bed and finished washing up, holding his phone, said: "Whatever you want to do, just go ahead."

After all, he really indulged the Admiral.

Their relationship was more intimate than real brothers, no, it was indescribable.

And Eva Nightingale was still asleep; after coming back from the banquet, she seemed exhausted, still sleeping deeply, truly a little lazy pig!

After hanging up the phone, Lucas Knight suddenly leaned over.

"Eva Bennett."

His warm breath fell, cold as it once was: "Come with me to a place, once we return, I’ll give you your freedom."

Actually, he didn’t want to confine her, but there was always a feeling in his mind, although he couldn’t remember her, having just met, merely slept together...

It was that feeling that subconsciously made him want to confine her; perhaps it was a love ingrained in his bones.

Actually, he couldn’t fully understand what it was.

Eva Nightingale heard his voice, frowned, and in the next second, threw off the blanket: "Uh... what are you doing?"

She seemed to recall something: "Right, about last night..."

Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted: "I’ll deal with them."