Chapter 391

Night fell quickly. Matthew Drake sat on the wet shore, the rising tide soaking his legs. That coldness didn’t just stay on his skin—it pressed straight into his chest. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He lazily pulled it out to check—one glance, and his eyes darkened instantly. [Young Master, one of our own is tailing me.] It was from Tom Harris. Matthew shot up from the sand, face turning grim. He knew what Tom was capable of—there’s no way someone like him would stumble in Linhai. The real problem was—who sent someone to watch Tom? If Tom said “our own,” then things had already escalated. This wasn’t just casual spying anymore. A name flickered through Matthew's mind. Him… He shut his eyes tight, gripping the phone like it was the only thing grounding him. It felt like forever before he opened them again, typing a reply with unshakable hands. [Don’t hold back.] Tom only messaged because he’d recognized the pursuers as Drake men—he didn’t want to go too far. Well, now he had Matthew’s go-