Chapter 1836: You Are Aubree Pearson

Following the young man, Elektra entered the car. It sped toward a cruise terminal teeming with yachts and cruise ships from around the world—a playground for the wealthy. She followed him onto a luxurious vessel from Hawen.

The salty sea air, blowing in from the port, jolted Elektra awake, clearing the fog from her mind. "Is your employer from Hawen?" she asked.

"Yes, Ms. Lane," the young man reassured her. "Don't worry. The entire ship has been reserved; there's no one else on board."

Flanked by stern bodyguards since boarding, Elektra felt her apprehension ease. Clearly, her inviter was affluent and influential. Shortly after, she was escorted to a reception area, where a waiter poured her a glass of red wine, meticulously opening the bottle, swirling it, and carefully pouring it into a tall glass. "Miss, please enjoy," he said politely in Ustranasion.

Elektra sipped the wine; it was clearly of high quality. Scanning the room, her gaze settled on a poised, elegant figure approaching the reception area. The striking face, perfect from every angle, immediately revealed the subtle signs of surgical enhancement—not uncommon in Hawen. While impeccable, such faces possessed a critical flaw: the hospital's standardized proportions resulted in near-identical features. Fortunately, this woman's distinctive oval face set her apart from the sea of rounded faces.

Elektra observed the young woman, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue swirling within her. The woman seemed to be around her own age, yet Elektra couldn't recall any Hawenese friends. As the woman reached for a glass, flashing a mature, alluring smile, even Elektra had to acknowledge her almost flawless beauty and the sultry aura that would captivate any man.

"Hello, and who might you be?" Elektra still questioned the woman's Hawenese origins.

The woman raised her glass, clinking it lightly against Elektra's with a playful glint in her eyes. "My name is Christina Patel! Hello, Ms. Lane," she said lightly, downing the wine in a single gulp.

Elektra was taken aback; she didn't recognize the name. "Hello, Ms. Patel. Do we know each other?" The surname was undeniably Hawenese, yet her fluent Chanaean accent was unusual.

A complex expression crossed Christina's face as she nodded firmly. "Elektra, we do know each other."

Elektra's puzzlement and wariness intensified. "Who are you? Why did you go to such lengths to find me? Do you have any connection to Roxanne?"

"Don't be nervous!" Christina reassured her, setting down her glass. A waiter promptly refilled it. "I didn't come here with malicious intent. In fact, I'm here to collaborate with you. If you think carefully, I'm sure you'll recognize me!" She picked up her glass again, her eyes filled with interest.

Suddenly, a thought struck Elektra. "Are you... Aubree Pearson?" she exclaimed, bewildered.