Chapter 509

Tiffany had found the detonator on Morwen and, in a split second, swapped it with a fake device provided by Jeremy. Morwen foolishly believed she'd hidden it well, but Tiffany easily stole it unnoticed.

Tiffany casually toyed with the detonator, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Care to guess if this is the real one?" she asked.

Morwen's face went deathly pale. Speechless, she realized she'd already lost.

Tiffany, however, enjoyed the moment. Pressing a button, she casually added, "Just a heads-up, I'm about to detonate the bomb at position one. Aren't you going to run?"

Morwen's face twisted in fury.

"Three, two, one." With "one," Tiffany pressed the button.

Morwen bolted.

"Boom!" The explosion shook the ship, but quickly subsided. Only the debris from the second-floor restaurant, blasted in all directions, marked the blast.

Position one wasn't even near Morwen. Tiffany pursed her lips, then selected another. "Starting from position four, everyone ready? Countdown commencing."

'Devil! She's pure evil!' Morwen thought. Horrified, she and her subordinates were about to curse Tiffany when the countdown began again.

"Three, two, one." Her voice, pleasant yet cruel, floated through the night air—a terrifying blend of beauty and malice.

"Boom!" This time, Morwen was too slow. Though not directly beneath her, the blast radius sent her flying into the bulkhead.

"Ah!" Morwen hit the ground hard, curled in pain. The impact was so severe she couldn't imagine getting up.

She expected mercy, but Tiffany's indifferent voice drifted to her: "This time, it's position five. I believe it's directly beneath you, isn't it?"

Morwen sprang to her feet, ignoring her subordinates' attempts to help. She dashed away. "Boom!" Another explosion rocked the ship, blasting away several of her subordinates. Tiffany counted nine positions in total; eight, besides the one under her and Jeremy, were detonated. "That should teach her a lesson," she thought with a satisfied smile.

Raising a mischievous eyebrow, Tiffany called out, "Position seven next. Everyone else, watch out!"

"Tiffany Kelly, you've gone too far!" Morwen raged. "I swear, I'll never let you get away with this! Blow me up! Go ahead!" She bet Tiffany wouldn't dare.

Tiffany pressed the button. "Okay, as instructed," she said, unable to refuse Morwen's challenge.

Chapter 509 (continued)

Morwen, seething with anger, turned and ran. Despite her injuries, her survival instincts kicked in. Explosions continued as she fled.

After eight explosions, Tiffany stopped, her smile wide. "How does it feel?" she asked.

Morwen felt utterly vulnerable, reduced to prey. Bruised and battered, breathless, every sound jolted her.

"You're ruthless!" Morwen said, backing away.

A helicopter approached, carrying Morwen's subordinates. Their pickup had been delayed; they only noticed something was wrong after hearing the explosions.

A ladder was lowered. Morwen and her subordinates scrambled aboard and escaped.

Jeremy asked, "Let them go?" Keeping them alive invited trouble.

Tiffany shook her head. Over thirty of Morwen's men were still on the cruise, plus the half-dozen with her. She couldn't bear the burden of their sins; many were innocent.

Jeremy nodded. If not for Morwen's status, he would have killed her.

The helicopter ascended. Morwen, once safe, pointed down. "Where's the sniper? Shoot her!"

The sniper saw Tiffany, gun aimed at him. He hesitated, claiming poor visibility.

"Useless!" Morwen snarled, grabbing a gun, but the cruise had already docked. Tiffany and Jeremy were gone. Morwen had lost everything—because of her arrogance and overconfidence.

She now needed a more underhanded approach. The king was failing, and there was no heir. She would push for the king's death and claim the throne. "Head back," she ordered.

The helicopter flew southeast.

Tiffany, pleased with her mission, returned to Lovell City.