Chapter 508

Tiffany remained calm, a hint of amusement in her eyes. Morwen's heart skipped a beat; she wondered if Tiffany had discovered her true identity. She asked, "Y-you're just Kelley, from the Kelley family? What other identity could you have?"

"That's something you should be asking yourself," Tiffany replied.

"Ask me? Are you kidding? How would I know?" Morwen denied, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She immediately regretted her outburst. She had known her carefully laid plan could go awry; she should never have been so careless. If only she had prepared more thoroughly, she wouldn't be in this predicament.

Morwen subtly shifted, trying to cut through the whip binding her hands behind her back. She had no idea what the whip was made of, but even after struggling for a long time, she had only made a slight cut.

To avoid suspicion, Morwen casually asked, "Just say it—what do you want? Do you think you dare kill me?"

Tiffany chuckled. "Of course not," she replied.

Morwen sneered, a smug expression on her face. She knew Tiffany wouldn't dare touch her. If anything happened to her, the entire Kelley family would face the consequences.

However, her smugness lasted only a few seconds before Tiffany leisurely added, "How could I harm you myself? Wouldn't your death be the result of a fire on the cruise?"

Morwen was speechless, her head snapping up in disbelief. It was the very plan she had devised to deal with Tiffany. She had intended to pin everything on the fire; once the ship went down, all evidence would be destroyed. But now, Tiffany was using that same trap against her.

Morwen erupted, her voice seething with fury. "You dare—"

"Why wouldn't I?" Tiffany stood, lazily stretching and yawning. Unhurriedly, she walked out of the room and locked the door.

The smell of gasoline filled the air, and faint flickers of flames could be seen beneath the door. Tiffany had indeed set the place on fire. Morwen panicked, her scalp tingling as she screamed in terror, "Someone! Anyone! Help!"

None of her subordinates responded. Thick smoke began to fill the room, choking her. At this rate, she would surely die.

Morwen struggled desperately, and perhaps luck was on her side. After scraping and bleeding her wrist, the rope finally loosened. But the door was locked, and no matter how forcefully she pulled, it wouldn't budge.

Her eyes darted around, landing on a small axe among a pile of tools. Without hesitation, she grabbed the axe and began hacking at the door with all her strength.

The door lock shattered, and the door swung open. Morwen rushed out, expecting a raging inferno. Even if she miraculously escaped death, she was sure she would suffer severe burns. But when she burst out, she was stunned to find the fire extinguished.

Morwen froze, staring in disbelief as a few disheveled subordinates approached her. One asked, "Miss Xanthus, are you alright? They put out the fire."

Chapter 508 (Continued)

Morwen heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm fine. Where is that bitch? Where is she?" she demanded.

"On the deck," the subordinate replied.

Morwen immediately led her men toward the deck. A few lifeboats and life vests were available for emergencies, but they were useless since the ship hadn't caught fire.

Tiffany sat on the deck, enjoying the breeze, with Jeremy beside her.

Not long ago, when the power suddenly went out due to a tripped circuit breaker, Tiffany and Morwen vanished from the ball. Unable to find them after searching everywhere, Jeremy lost his temper and took control of the cruise. He ordered the captain to return to shore immediately.

The ship, now in the middle of the river, was accelerating toward the dock. When Morwen arrived, it was dangerously close.

"You think this will stop me?" Morwen sneered, waving a small remote control from her chest with a confident, reckless smile. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, her tone dripping with certainty.

With a raised eyebrow, Tiffany and Jeremy glanced over and calmly replied, "It's just a bomb detonator, isn't it?" There was no shock in their voices.

Morwen stared at them, dumbfounded. Just a bomb detonator? she thought. They're speaking so casually—do they even know how powerful this bomb is? I can't tell if they're clueless or pretending to be!

Fuming with rage, Morwen acted without hesitation. She found a control button perfectly positioned beneath the deck, right under Tiffany and Jeremy's feet. One press would detonate the mini-bomb, obliterating them instantly.

Morwen smiled coldly and pressed the button. However, the expected explosion never came. The deck remained unchanged.

Tiffany remained seated, her hair tousled by the evening breeze, resembling a siren. Under the moonlight, her face seemed to glow, captivating as ever.

Morwen was stunned. Had the detonator malfunctioned? She pressed the button twice more, but nothing happened.

Even Morwen, despite her foolishness, sensed something was wrong. She looked up at Tiffany, disbelief in her voice. "Did you dismantle the bomb?" But she immediately dismissed the thought as impossible.

All the mini-bombs had been hidden within the ship, undetectable from the outside without special equipment. Tiffany had arrived empty-handed; there was no way she could disarm the bombs

Morwen looked pale, her frustration mounting as she pressed the button again, unwilling to accept defeat.

Just then, Tiffany tilted her head, her palm open, revealing an identical detonator. "How do you have one?" Morwen asked.

Morwen's breath caught in her throat. "You stole my detonator!" she shouted in disbelief.

"Bingo," Tiffany said, her expression lazy and graceful. "But I didn't steal it. This detonator came into my hands itself."

She had searched the cruise, finding only barrels of gasoline in the warehouse. She had even told Jeremy there might not be any bombs on board.

Chapter 508 (Continued)

But knowing Morwen's cunning, Tiffany was confident that, having gone to such great lengths to set the trap, she must have left herself an escape route. There had to be remote-controlled bombs on the ship, cleverly hidden.

Later, when the lights at the ball went out, plunging everything into darkness, Morwen grabbed Tiffany's hand, and they both fell into the secret room.

Tiffany casually slipped the detonator from Morwen's grasp. The physical contact hadn't raised suspicion as they both fell.