Chapter 506
Morwen held back her frustration and forced a smile, saying, “Originally, the theme for today’s ball was a costume I didn’t want to make everyone go through the hassle. So, it’s just a fun masquerade ball instead.
“Here, we have masks in many different styles. Go ahead, pick one.”
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As soon as Morwen Xanthus finished speaking, a masked maid stepped forward with a tray full of masks of different styles: and shapes.
What’s she up to now? Tiffany found it amusing but still picked a dark purple mask that looked mysterious and alluring.
Jeremy picked the same style with an expressionless face. It seemed whatever Tiffany did, he would follow.
Seeing this, Morwen felt a pang of jealousy.
She didn’t understand what was so special about Tiffany that someone was always there for her. Previously, it was Richard. Now, here was another man.
Though she didn’t know who he was, his appearance and presence suggested he was not an ordinary man.
“Tiffany is so shameless! Flirting with just anyone she meets! Morwen sneered inwardly and then turned to greet other guests.
The yacht was large, and it was filled with lively music and people dancing. The rich aroma of wine drifted through the hall. It was both intoxicating and a little boring for Tiffany
She stifled a yawn. She’d been thinking about Victor’s situation all night, so she hadn’t slept well. Drowsiness crept in, and she got up, saying, “Tll take a walk to shake off the sleepiness”
Jeremy was about to follow but stopped when Tiffany gave him a look. He could only sit back down.
Tiffany wandered out of the ballroom and walked toward the back of the yacht.
The first floor held the kitchen, where all the food was prepared. The second floor was the dining room, and the third floor was the ballroom she had just lett
Tiffany raised her brows, feeling her drowsiness fading
Last time, Morwen had arranged barrels of gasoline and remote explosives on the yacht at Moonlit Pier. Tiffany deduced if Morwen went to such trouble to plot against her, there would be no exception this time.
The first three floors seemed normal, so the only place to hide gasoline barrels and explosives would be the lower deck.
Tiffany continued walking forward. Just as she was about to go downstairs, a maid hurried over to stop her. “The ballroom is on the third floor. The area below is the storage room. It’s dirty, Miss Kelly, better not go down and dirty your dress”
If this explanation were given to any other young lady who liked to keep up appearances, it might have worked.
After all, the bottom storage deck was used to store supplies, meats, and other odds and ends. No guest would want to wander into a dirty storeroom
Tiffany raised an eyebrow and kept walking
The maid began to panic, glancing around to find someone for help. But before she could call out. Tiffany struck her and knocked her out
She walked downstairs to the storeroom
Even from the doorway, she could smell the heavy scent of gasoline
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She stepped closer to check it out. Sure enough, the large warehouse was filled with rows upon rows of tightly sealed gasoline barrels. She counted and realized there were about twenty in total.
That amount would be enough to engulf the entire yacht in flames. If a fire broke out, chaos would erupt everywhere
By then, the yacht would have already reached the middle of the river, and with the deep waters all around, jumping overboard would mean drowning.
Amid the chaos, Morwen could easily take the chance to kill her That way, Tiffany’s death would look like an accident, not a murder. Morwen could get off the hook completely.
Tiffany’s lips curled into a mocking smile. In the next second, she unsheathed a switchblade and pierced one of the barrels, causing gasoline to spill out and flow along the floorboards into the river below.
Tiffany moved through the storage room, puncturing the barrels one by one until they were all empty except for the last one, which she left intact, as a courtesy so Morwen wouldn’t cry herself blind..
The strong smell in the air was overpowering
Tiffany left the storage room and walked around the yacht to search for the remote–controlled explosives but couldn’t find
them.
“Could it be that Morwen hadn’t had a chance to set up the bombs on this yacht?‘ Frowning, she returned to the first floor. At the staircase, Tiffany saw the maid she had knocked out still lying there, she walked over and nudged her, saying, “Hey, wake up.
The maid groggily opened her eyes and, upon seeing Tiffany, instantly remembered the events before she had blacked out She quickly blocked the staircase, exclaiming, “Miss Kelly, you can’t go into the storage room!”
“Okay.” Tiffany smiled and nodded, looking innocent,
Then she turned and went back up to the third–floor ballroom.
Huh? Surprisingly, she’s so easy to talk to. The maid stayed in place, feeling puzzled as she rubbed her neck. She tried to recall what happened but couldn’t remember anything, so she decided to put aside the strange fact that she had fainted for no apparent reason.
Back in the ballroom, Tiffany sat beside Jeremy and asked in a low voice, ‘Is there a bomb on this yacht?”
“I’m not sure, Jeremy replied. “I heard she arranged for this cruise ship on short notice. A lot of people were setting it up, and my team observed for quite some time, but we still don’t know if there are any bombs.”
“Then it probably doesn’t have one,” concluded Tiffany,
Jeremy asked, “You checked?”
“Yeah, I just did a full round in the storage and checked every corner. Other than the gasoline I tampered with, there’s nothing else dangerous,” said Tiffany.
Jeremy sniffed lightly and caught a faint gasoline scent on her. But with the evening breeze from the deck, the smell quickly faded
“What’s your plan next?” Jeremy asked.
Take things as they come, Tiffany replied with a relaxed smile.
She had come simply to follow fate and removed any dangers inadvance, hoping she wouldn’t unintentionally endanger Richard even if the original course wouldn’t be altered.
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Jeremy nodded, saying nothing more.
As soothing music filled the hall, a graceful figure swayed on the dance floor, her movements elegant and light, drawing admiring glances from the crowd.
When the dance ended, Morwen approached Jeremy, trying to charm him. “You’re Mr. Cooper, aren’t you? How about a dance with me?”
Who could refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman?
But Jeremy could. He turned her down flat, with no regard for her feelings. “No thanks. I don’t dance with unattractive
women.
“Unattractive? Her? Unattractive? Morwen thought. Her Morwen’s refined smile almost cracked. ‘Damn it! This man is so annoying. How dare he call me unattractive?
Morwen gritted her teeth in anger and asked Tiffany, “Miss Kelley, you can dance, right? Why don’t you show us what you’ve got?
