Chapter 217

"Search now! Call for backup and send out more boats—check every single area!" Jason barked, his tone sharp and urgent. He wasn’t buying it that William’s ship could just vanish. Staring out at the endless sea, Jason’s mind echoed with anxiety—Denise, where the hell are you? ... When Denise came to, she found herself lying on a large, soft bed in a sleekly furnished and spotless room. The occasional sway told her one thing—she was still at sea. Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be dead? She clearly remembered the salty seawater choking her lungs, her senses fading into nothing but black. Now, she was warm, dry, and wearing clean clothes. She felt… surprisingly okay. "You’re awake, miss?" A woman walked in, probably in her thirties. Looked like a crew member on the ship. Denise gave a quick nod. "Yeah." The woman approached with a tray stacked with food. "Enjoy your meal, Miss," she said politely, then turned to leave. "Hold on!" Denise called out, confused. “I thought I… died. How did I end