She coughed desperately, struggling with both hands, but Hugo Quinn did not stop, instead, he tightened his grip even more. At this moment, Claire Shaw was genuinely scared. There was no warmth in this man’s eyes, as if he was going to strangle her to death right here. She barely managed to utter one word before her entire body was flung away, crashing straight into the door. Hugo Quinn stood over her, looking down as if he were looking at a dead person. "If you weren’t Jude Shaw’s sister, you’d be dead already, Claire. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?" His voice was very low, as if a chill rose around them, infiltrating every pore of Claire Shaw’s body. This time, Hugo Quinn’s voice was soft as he looked at her coolly. Claire Shaw shivered violently, then got up, rubbed her neck, and opened the door to leave. Hugo Quinn irritably shut the door, locked it, and upon turning around to see the messy bed, he angrily pulled the covers she had used to the floor, then grabbed a new quilt from the closet. The most update n0vels are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 His phone had been off this whole time, delayed by affairs. Now he finally had time, but looking at the time, it was too late; Eleanor Hollis should be asleep by now. After Claire Shaw left, she was surrounded by several bodyguards. There were still a few corpses in the room she just left; she didn’t dare go back to rest there and had to request another room. Two or three of the bodyguards she brought had died, but she didn’t care. They were supposed to die for her; a bodyguard’s life was always cheaper than their master’s. Staying in the clean room, Claire Shaw thought about Hugo Quinn’s anger, and her body couldn’t help but tremble. Why was he so heartless toward her when he was so incredibly gentle with Eleanor Hollis? Thinking about it brought tears to Claire Shaw’s eyes. Was she not even worth a married woman? What a huge humiliation! She bit her lip, took out her phone, found Eleanor Hollis’s number, and sent the photos she had just taken to her. Earlier, in Hugo Quinn’s room, he was paying attention to the doorway and didn’t care what she was doing, so she took pictures of his back. If Eleanor Hollis received this photo, she would certainly think Claire and Hugo were in the same room. She could tell Eleanor was not firmly committed to this relationship, especially after being neglected by another man for five years. Her defenses wouldn’t easily crumble, but just a little provocation could sow problems between them. After sending the photo, a slight smile flickered in Claire’s eyes. She touched her neck, letting out a slow breath. No matter how the man treated her, she would always love him. As Claire had predicted, after Eleanor Hollis received the photo, she looked at it for a long time. She finally realized that so late at night, the two were still in a room together, and it seemed Claire was on the bed while Hugo was on the floor. Hugo Quinn had his back to the camera, and his silhouette was so familiar, giving a sense of reassurance through the photo, but now this reassurance belonged to another woman. Eleanor Hollis held her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. Unable to resist, she dialed Hugo Quinn’s number. The phone rang for a few seconds before Hugo picked up. "Eleanor, I thought you were asleep." Hugo’s voice was slightly joyful. Eleanor couldn’t help but wonder if this joy was because of Claire, since they were in the same room now, right? "Aren’t you coming back tonight?" Hugo laughed softly and then said. "Well, there’s something I need to handle, I can’t come back." Eleanor’s heart sank slowly, and she took a deep breath. "What is it? Did you go alone?" Hugo noticed the peculiarity in her tone and furrowed his brows. "I’m not alone. Eleanor, do you feel unwell?" Eleanor’s lips twitched; indeed, she felt unwell, and it was because of him. "Is there anyone else in your room?" Hugo realized her overthinking the moment she asked, finding it amusing. "Who else could there be, Eleanor? Don’t be so suspicious all the time. I’ll come back as soon as I finish things." Eleanor didn’t reply, her throat seemed blocked. After a long silence, she finally found her voice. "Alright then, I’m going to sleep. You should rest early too." Hearing the "beep beep" from the phone, Hugo felt a bit disappointed, placed the phone by the bed, and lay down. Eleanor seemed to be hiding something from him, he would ask her properly when he got back. Hugo thought he could return the next day, but was informed that wreckage had been found in another location. Currently, scientists from various countries were organizing to explore the ocean, to see if there were more aircraft debris on the seabed. When Hugo told Old Master Quinn the news, he nearly fainted. "Dad, I’ll stay here with them and see. If it’s confirmed that the plane went down in the ocean, the salvage process will be very slow, taking at least several years." He said this to mentally prepare Old Master Quinn. Zachary Quinn nodded, sighed at last, and sat on the sofa with red eyes. After hanging up the phone, Hugo followed research personnel to another area of wreckage. By now, almost everyone was convinced the plane crash occurred near this sea area. "Please prepare for the typhoon! Please prepare for the typhoon! An eighth degree typhoon will hit here in twenty minutes, quickly get inside and take cover!" Someone urgently shouted through a loudspeaker. The announcement was in English, and everyone who could understand hurriedly headed indoors, only a few remained outside. Eighth degree typhoon... Hugo felt uneasy. An eighth degree typhoon could uproot trees, and if it triggered a tsunami, everyone here might die. "Hugo! Let’s quickly find shelter, eighth degree typhoons are too terrifying!" Claire Shaw came to his side, pulling him forward. "The locals have built storm-resistant buildings, let’s go there." Hugo shook off her hand and followed a few locals. Claire bit her lip behind him but still followed. The once peaceful island was now in a frenzy due to the typhoon warning. Everyone rushed into the storm-resistant buildings. "Hopefully, there won’t be a tsunami, otherwise it would be disastrous. This is the biggest typhoon in recent years. I wonder if the buildings can withstand it." Hugo overheard people’s discussions, feeling even more uneasy. He took out his phone and dialed Eleanor Hollis. If something were to happen, at least he could hear her voice one last time. But the phone rang for a long time without Eleanor answering. She had been lost in thought all night from the previous night’s overthinking, leaving her mind still in disarray.