I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Harvey was still confused. The Sterling family was going through a rough patch with constant troubles, and Reginald was truly a scourge. He showed no gratitude for the Sterling family’s upbringing and had completely lost his conscience. Harvey assured, “Boss, don’t worry. Leave your parents to me. I’ll head to Ravenwood right now.”

Given their years of friendship, Harvey would never stand by idly when his brother was in trouble.

After hanging up the phone, Harvey went to Ravenwood and persuaded Julian and Stella to visit his home, claiming it was an invitation from his parents. Julian, already puzzled by Terrence’s call, asked just as they were about to leave, “Harvey, be honest with me. What’s really going on?”

Stella was even more confused. “What do you mean? Is it about the old lady? Weren’t you just on the phone with Terry? What did he say?”

“Terry didn’t make it clear; I’m still confused,” Julian replied. “He said something about the old lady not being dead and that Meredith and her granddaughter were taken by Reginald. The police are looking for them, but I don’t know where Terry went. I thought he might be too upset over the old lady’s death and got confused.”

Harvey understood immediately and said, “Uncle, Aunt, I think I know what’s going on. Reginald is the founder of the Celestial Alliance. This Celestial Alliance is an underground organization involved in murder and robbery. The incident where the boss almost lost his sight was their doing. Now they’ve captured the old lady and others to retaliate against the Sterling family.”

“Reginald again,” Stella said angrily. “What did we ever do to him? We raised him for decades! Even a dog knows to guard its home; how could he turn around and bite us?”

Harvey said, “The boss is worried that the Celestial Alliance might come after you two as well. He’s afraid you might get hurt, and he can’t be in two places at once. Please come stay at my place for a couple of days until this is over.”

Julian and Stella held hands tightly, comforting each other. Julian said, “In these extraordinary times, we won’t add to Terry’s troubles. Harvey, we’ll trouble you instead.”

Harvey replied, “Uncle, don’t be so polite; it’s my duty.”

Night fell.

The wind picked up, clouds gathered, and waves surged on the sea.

John Wilkinson had finally reached the shore but couldn’t find Terrence. He feared Terrence might do something extreme.

He had already lost contact with Terrence.

At that moment, Liam received a notification from the meteorological station and quickly approached John Wilkinson. “Mr. Wilkinson, we’ve received word from the meteorological station that a typhoon will hit the sea tonight. It’s already at red alert level.”

Hearing this, John Wilkinson’s expression changed as well. “According to satellite data, Reginald’s ship is nearing international waters. Check when the typhoon will make landfall and in which direction.”

If a typhoon indeed struck and their ship entered the storm, it would be a terrifying nightmare with almost no chance of survival. They couldn’t risk so many officers’ lives by going out to sea.

While Liam went to confirm further details, John Wilkinson tried calling Terrence again but couldn’t get through. He could only leave a voice message: “Terrence, a typhoon is coming. If you haven’t set sail yet, don’t go out. If you’re already at sea, come back immediately.”

By this time, Terrence was already on the water with members of the Dark Knights.

Leading this mission for the Dark Knights was Visnove.

Visnove had brought only eighteen men-more than enough for their purpose. Their ship was closing in on Reginald’s vessel; they were just over twenty kilometers away.

Once the Dark Knights received this mission, their information department quickly pinpointed Reginald’s location on the sea using their own satellite positioning system for greater efficiency.

Terrence stood on deck with Visnove as the sea wind howled around them. The temperature difference at night made the cold wind bite through their clothes.

Visnove wore a Bluetooth earpiece through which a voice informed him: “Mr. Visnove, the typhoon will make landfall in half an hour. You must leave the sea before then.”

“Understood,” Visnove replied calmly with just two words.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Half an hour would be enough.