CHAPTER 718: CHAPTER 718: TWENTY MILLION TO RESCUE YOUR WOMAN

The sea breeze carried damp mist, lingering in the entire banquet hall.

"Director Eastwood, long time no see."

Nora Northwood was skillfully making small talk.

The person chatting with her skillfully curved their lips, spreading a smile: "Recently busy with the magazine’s work, inviting VK for the cover next quarter."

"Sounds great, I look forward to it."

Such remarks, just listen and don’t take seriously.

A wealthy businessman came over, thinking that these two women standing together were dazzlingly beautiful.

"Little Eastwood, aren’t you going to introduce me?"

Nora’s gaze shrewdly observed, guessing they were together.

What was Raina Sinclair supposed to be?

The person called Little Eastwood smiled charmingly, "Boss Stewart, there’s a famous beauty in perfume circles, and you haven’t met her, what a rarity."

Listening to her coquettish laughter, Nora felt her stomach turning, still she gritted her teeth and greeted, "Boss Stewart, pleasure to meet you, I’m Nora Northwood."

Since Austin Stewart didn’t reveal their relationship, she naturally wouldn’t bring it up.

"Master Nora Northwood, pleasure to meet you."

Nora didn’t want to fake smiles with them here, found an excuse to slip away.

Yvonne Winslow somehow got onto the deck and came over gossiping, "Boss Stewart, when did he get involved with that Eastwood person?"

"Do you know the guy with glasses?"

Yvonne chuckled at her description, "A small boss at Stellar Tech, not much intersection with our industry, have seen him a few times when I was at The Shaw Corporation."

"What’s he like, do you know?"

"Profoundly mysterious, a schemer type."

Hearing this, Nora’s expression became subtle, contemplating whether to give her aunt a heads-up.

Someone interrupted her thoughts again, and she put the matter aside.

...

The yacht at nine o’clock at night moved away from the coastline, starting to head towards the center of the sea.

The closer it got to the sea center, the weaker the signal became.

Crimson Hill Villa.

Jasper Sinclair’s unshakeable habit, entering the shower at ten-thirty on the dot.

Just a minute shy, a phone call stopped him in his tracks; it was an unknown number.

He tapped to answer, his voice flat, "Who is this?"

"Twenty million, Corinthia Pier."

The voice on the other end said only these few words and then hung up.

When Jasper called back, the phone was already off.

His eyebrows furrowed, trying to contact Nora Northwood, only to find she was out of service area.

The person asking for money provided no useful clues, their aim was to unsettle him.

Yet, Jasper was undeniably rational.

Standing by the window, he dialed Louis Hayes’s number, his speech was fast but orderly, "Corinthia Pier, prepare a yacht, only have twenty minutes, Nora’s been kidnapped."

A second call followed closely.

He asked over the phone, "Did Yvonne Winslow attend the yacht party?"

Rhys Linden was still drowsy, his mind unclear as he answered, "Seems like she did, why are you asking about my woman?"

"She was abducted at sea; drive to Corinthia Pier by eleven."

This time, Rhys was completely awake.

"Who dares kidnap my people?"

Jasper didn’t pay him any mind, but his eyes were even colder.

Approaching midnight, the streets were sparse of pedestrians and vehicles, the man practically sped all the way to the pier.

Along the way, he speculated countless possibilities; who was after Nora Northwood?

The Woodward Family? Or Jenson Sinclair?

But it was easy to guess that this kidnapping was mainly aimed at him.