When Deanna heard Xavier using Lance's words to stop her, she immediately retorted, "But don't forget, Lance also said that when he's not here, my orders take precedence!"
Xavier was left speechless. He was clearly conflicted.
At that moment, Deanna's stern voice rang in his ears again.
"I now order you to step aside and take me to where Lance had the accident!"
"Missus, please don't make it hard for me. I really can't take you there."
Xavier pleaded as he looked at her.
Deanna's hand trembled with anger as she pointed at him. "I'll ask you one more time, are you really not planning to take me there?"
Xavier remained silent, standing at the door without moving, his intention clear.
Seeing this, Deanna understood everything.
"Fine, fine, fine. Do you think that by stopping me, I have no other way?"
With that, Deanna took out her phone and dialed a number. "Nightingale, bring your team to my room."
Xavier guessed what Deanna intended to do and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Soon, he heard the steady and powerful sound of combat boots approaching from behind.
Nightingale arrived at the door with her team. She saw Xavier blocking the entrance and Deanna standing inside with a furious expression, a look of confusion in her eyes.
"Miss, what's going on?"
"Nightingale, arrest him."
Deanna pointed at Xavier and ordered coldly.
Nightingale hesitated for a moment and instinctively looked at Xavier. Although puzzled, she nodded and obeyed. "Yes."
Seeing Nightingale about to act, Xavier knew he wasn't a match for them and finally gave up resisting.
He slumped his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Missus, please rescind the order. I'll take you to where Mr. Mercer had the accident."
Hearing this, Nightingale looked at Deanna in confusion.
"Miss, what happened?"
"Lance had an accident near the high seas. I'm planning to go find him. If possible, I hope you can come with me."
Deanna didn't hide anything and looked directly at Nightingale.
Nightingale nodded. "The master sent us to protect you. Naturally, wherever you go, we will follow."
Deanna was very satisfied with this response.
She then looked at Xavier and instructed, "Make the arrangements now. I want to leave in an hour."
"Yes."
Xavier had no choice but to comply and left to make preparations.
After leaving, he arranged for a helicopter while contacting people on the high seas.
The call connected quickly, and a cold voice asked, "What's going on?"
"The missus is coming over. In two hours, have someone meet her at the dock."
Xavier replied solemnly.
The person on the other end was surprised. "Why is the missus coming? Didn't the boss say she shouldn't leave the estate?"
Listening to the reproachful tone, Xavier felt helpless.
He sighed and said, "Do you think I want to bring the missus over? After the incident with Mercer Group, she guessed that Mr. Mercer was in trouble and insisted on coming to find him. I couldn't tell her the truth. When I tried to stop her just now, I almost got arrested by her people."
After a pause, he continued, "Alright, things can't be changed now. Be prepared to welcome her. We'll be careful and try not to let her wander around too much; it should be fine."
"Okay, but I need to inform the boss. The situation has changed; the boss's plans will need adjustments."
With that, the person hung up.
That evening, after a two-hour flight, Deanna and her group finally arrived in the high seas area.
Through the helicopter window, Deanna saw dozens of speedboats patrolling the sea surface.
She looked at the vast ocean with deep concern.
Lance, where are you?
If you're still alive, why haven't you contacted us in five days?
Could it be...
Deanna dared not think further.
She shook her head, trying to dispel those terrible thoughts.
Lance had promised her he would grow old together with her.
He had also promised to raise their children together and watch them get married and have children before retiring to an island.
The more Deanna thought about it, the less she believed Lance would abandon her and their child like this.
Lance must be hiding somewhere, waiting for her to find him.
With these thoughts, Deanna managed to calm herself down considerably.
At that moment, she felt the helicopter come to a stop.
Xavier approached respectfully. "Missus, we've arrived."
"Alright."
Deanna nodded and stood up from her seat, heading towards the exit.
As soon as she stepped out, she saw two rows of imposing bodyguards standing outside the helicopter.
Among them stood a young man who appeared to be their leader.
This young man seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His tanned skin and originally handsome features were marred by a scar running diagonally from his left forehead to his right cheek, giving him a fierce appearance.