Chapter 206 How Had Sylvia Managed That
“Mr. Doyle, there’s a problem! Your nephew secretly sent a boat out to sea! He might be heading for the island–to find Renee!” Shaun’s assistant burst in, breathless with urgency.
Shaun’s expression turned frigid. “Who gave the order?” His voice was sharp. “Get him back. Now.”
The assistant hesitated. “It wasn’t one of our men. He hired someone else for the job.”
Shaun’s jaw tightened. “So, he planned this in advance.”
“What are your orders? Should I send someone to intercept him?”
Shaun met his assistant’s gaze. “Do you really think you can stop him?”
Marvin, for all his usual nonchalance, was unshakable once he made up his mind. Like a mule, stubborn to the very end.
“Prepare a boat,” Shaun commanded. “I’ll handle this myself.”
He couldn’t afford to let Marvin go back to the island. The only way to stop him was to go after him in person.
“Yes, sir!” The assistant hesitated again. “Mr. Doyle, there’s one more thing
Shaun’s patience thinned. “What now?”
“Mr. Jarrod went with him.”
Shaun’s expression darkened instantly. His gaze turned razor–sharp.
Marvin was after Renee. But what was Jarrod after?
Had Jarrod noticed something? If so, things were about to get a lot more complicated.
Shaun stormed toward the port, his team following closely behind. But the moment he arrived, he was met with an unexpected sight. Ryland. Denton. And several others.
They had all sent boats out to sea. What the hell was this? Were they all throwing themselves into disaster?
Fine: If they wanted to run to their deaths, so be it.
Shaun’s grip tightened on the railing as he barked out his order. “Speed up! Stop Marvin’s boat!”
“Pass the order! Faster!” Marvin’s voice was tense, urgency spilling into his words.
Jarrod glanced up, his expression unreadable. Compared to Marvin’s restless energy, his calm demeanor was downright infuriating.
“Can’t you be a little more serious, brother? We’re on a rescue mission!” Marvin grumbled.
Jarrod, unbothered, casually flipped through an entertainment magazine, eyes skimming the gossip columns as if they were far more important.
“Why should I?” he said without looking up. “They’re not my friends.”
He placed extra emphasis on the word “friends,” deliberately hinting at the vague relationship between Marvin and Renee.
Marvin groaned. “Renee and I are just friends! Friends!”
“Alright, I got it.”
“No, you don’t!”
“Uh–huh, sure, I don’t know.”
“Jarrod!” Marvin was seconds away from losing his temper. He knew Jarrod was teasing him on purpose, and it was working. Then, a thought struck him. His frustration gave way to a mischievous smirk. “And what about you and her?” Marvin asked, tilting his head. “What’s your relationship?”
His gaze shifted toward the woman stretched out on the deck, basking in the sun.
Jarrod? With a woman? Now that was a first.
Jarrod followed Marvin’s stare, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He shut the magazine with a lazy flick of his wrist. “She’s just my friend,” he said smoothly.
Then, locking eyes with Marvin, he mimicked his little brother’s tone. “Friend.”
On the deck, Sylvia watched the horizon in silence. When she heard that William and Renee were stranded on the island, a strange calm settled over her.
No jealousy. No anxiety. No twisted satisfaction at their misfortune. It was as if she were hearing about two strangers.
“Just friends, huh?” Marvin echoed, unconvinced.
Despite the teasing, he still hoped Jarrod would find someone special. After all, since childhood, he had never seen his brother show interest in a single woman. Plenty had confessed to Jarrod, yet he always remained detached. There was a time Marvin even wondered if Jarrod simply didn’t like women.
His brother was in perfect shape, healthy, but annoyingly meticulous. Too much of a perfectionist, in fact. That was why no woman had ever met his
ridiculous standards. And yet, somehow, Sylvia had become his new “friend“.
How had she managed that?
