Chapter 545 Fire

The weather was rather poor that day. The air was heavy with smog, and even by noon, the sea remained shrouded in a gray mist. Three cruise ships were docked side by side at the pier, their massive, silent presence looming like mobile fortresses under the dark haze. Wesley didn't show himself directly, not wanting to alarm anyone. He knew he was being watched, and the plan relied on the element of surprise. He stood on the deck of one of the cruise ships, looking out into the quiet distance. He turned to his subordinate and asked, "Any updates from Marcel and Jodie?" "There's still no contact with Marcel, but Jodie has succeeded," the subordinate replied. They were just waiting for Emelie. "Start the cruise ships," Wesley ordered. As soon as everyone was on board, they could leave. The subordinate nodded and went to relay the command. Wesley stood with his hands behind his back, playing with the lighter he had kept for years. His handsome face looked especially striking agains