I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Visnove did not tell Grandma Sterling what Terrence would face on this journey. The sleeping baby brought a sense of peace to everything. As a father himself, Visnove looked at the adorable Little Lucky and couldn’t help but think of his own daughter. If there were no typhoon, he would help Terrence rescue the people. But in the face of nature, humans are insignificant and powerless.

Grandma Sterling placed the sleeping Little Lucky on the sofa and looked at Visnove with her cloudy eyes. “Is Terry chasing Meredith? Is the typhoon really coming? Will they be in danger?” Her voice trembled; she knew all the risks involved.

Visnove nodded without speaking, but his reaction said it all. Tears welled up in Grandma Sterling’s eyes. She glanced at the sleeping Little Lucky and felt an overwhelming sadness.

The ship sailed into a safe zone as the typhoon approached. Visnove watched the storm’s center, where a tornado had formed over the sea, tearing through everything in its path. The wind howled, and waves rose higher and higher; this was just the beginning. Even in the safe zone, the ship rocked violently. Grandma Sterling quickly picked up Little Lucky, who woke up crying loudly.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Perhaps it was Little Lucky’s cries that stirred compassion in Visnove. He went to the deck, had someone bring out their newly developed diving device, put it on, boarded a speedboat, and headed in Terrence’s direction.

Meanwhile, as the typhoon hit, Reginald’s speedboat was nearly overturned by waves. Only then did he realize that Visnove had been telling the truth. It was Meredith’s first time witnessing a typhoon at sea with nowhere to hide. Her heart clenched as she looked into the distance, worrying about Terrence and her daughter’s safety.

Another wave hit, causing the speedboat to shake. Meredith instinctively grabbed the boat’s edge to steady herself. Reginald struggled to maintain control; even his gun fell into the sea during the turbulence. The speedboat stopped moving and was completely out of control. The compass malfunctioned, leaving them unable to determine their direction in the pitch-black sea.

Reginald was gripped by fear. “The typhoon is really here! Quick, take off your life jacket!” There were no life jackets prepared on the speedboat. As he spoke, Reginald tried to remove Meredith’s life jacket to secure himself further.

At that moment, it felt like an invisible force pulled at the speedboat as it spun around a massive vortex. Reginald lost his balance and fell inside the boat. Meredith also couldn’t keep her footing and fell as well; the boat nearly capsized several times.

Just when fear overwhelmed Meredith, a familiar voice called out amidst a flash of white light. “Meredith! Meredith!” It was Terrence’s voice.

Meredith could hardly believe it and dared not respond; if Terrence knew her location, he would risk everything to come for her. She didn’t have a chance to respond anyway; in the next second, a wave lifted their boat several meters into the air before crashing down into the water.

Despite wearing a life jacket, Meredith was thrown into the sea and swept away by waves. The icy water enveloped her, causing her to lose consciousness almost immediately. Reginald was directly sucked into the vortex and swallowed by the ocean.

Terrence was only about ten meters away from the vortex; any mistake would pull him in too. As waves crashed down around him, even someone as strong as Terrence realized his insignificance against nature’s fury.

“Meredith! Meredith!” Terrence shouted desperately, but his voice was drowned out by the wind and waves. A giant wave then flipped his speedboat over.

The typhoon raged for nearly half an hour, growing stronger and affecting nearby coastal cities where houses collapsed and seawater flooded half of them.

After a harrowing night, major media outlets reported on the typhoon’s devastation: how many people had perished in cities and how many houses had collapsed. Many marine creatures also died, their bodies floating on the sea surface.

When calm returned to the sea, no one could imagine how many lives it had claimed beneath its surface.

John Wilkinson stood on coastal rocks gazing into the distance; he didn’t know what had happened to Terrence or if he too had been swallowed by the typhoon.

Other police officers participated in local rescue missions when Liam found John Wilkinson. “Mr. Wilkinson, are you worried about Terrence?”