CHAPTER 725: CHAPTER 725: RETURN TO CORINTHIA PIER

Nora Northwood’s aura was formidable, and in a flash, the driver saw the shadow of Jasper Sinclair.

The young policeman was frightened, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the gun bulged, wanting to lose his temper but not daring to.

At this moment, Yvonne Shepherd, who had been silent for a long time, questioned, "Where is James Woodward? Why am I the one stepping up?"

Logically, in the private medication case, she only played a supporting role; even with changes, it should be The Woodward Family to step up.

From any perspective, it shouldn’t be her turn.

What’s this about rescuing someone?

Did The Shepherd Family step forward?

A series of doubts weighed on Yvonne’s mind, leaving her without a clue.

It was her reaction that made Nora realize that she was unaware of Mr. Shepherd’s plan.

Who would have thought that a person roaming in dark areas for years would turn out to be a lover too.

What Nora realized, Louis Hayes naturally also realized, and he probed, "Your old love wants to save you."

Yvonne frowned, coldly retorting, "Sir, mind your words, I am spotless. Where would this ’old love’ come from?"

She flatly denied it.

Louis continued, "A pity, the person risked half their life for you, and you won’t even give a title."

A rush of blood blocked Yvonne’s throat.

After two hints, how could she not guess who was intervening in this matter?

Nora appropriately spoke up, echoing with Louis, "That person never intended to ask for anything, just wanted to pull you out of this hellish place called prison. Don’t panic."

She spoke extremely slowly, but enunciated every word clearly. The more she spoke like this, the more guilt Yvonne felt inside.

When people feel guilty, they are often at their most vulnerable.

Visibly, that radiant face gradually collapsed.

Just moments ago yawning and about to fall asleep, now completely awake.

At the same time, the young policeman claimed that the registry office staff were rushing to Corinthia Pier.

"How long until they arrive?" Nora asked.

She just knew that this young policeman would have a way; he looked like a clever person.

"I don’t know, driving takes some time."

"We have twenty minutes until we reach the pier. Hopefully, your colleagues arrive before then, or else, you won’t need to go back to your post. Just find someone to throw you into the sea; either way, it’s death."

Nora found that this tactic still worked.

Some people don’t listen when you speak nicely, but after some threats, they behave.

The clock hand already pointed at "3", leaving them with the last 3 hours.

Nora thought they had enough time.

Little did she know the yacht was already in chaos.

After returning to the yacht, Rhys Linden effortlessly knocked down a few guards, dragging them into the women’s restroom.

He grew up in The Garrison Compound, and all his skills were personally taught by his father.

Knocking down a bunch of hooligans was no problem.

What Rhys truly feared was a batch of people armed with military guns.

In terms of skill, not even Mr. Shepherd was a concern, but military guns are indiscriminate, and he dared not act recklessly.

Inside the room, Jasper Sinclair was leisurely playing cards.

Mr. Shepherd asked him, "Do you think your woman will come back to exchange for you?"

"The way Mr. Shepherd asks, it seems no woman truly likes you."

Jasper’s response seemed to hit Mr. Shepherd’s nerve, who immediately jumped up from the wooden chair, "Damn you, no woman likes you!"