Chapter 163

Autumn's heart sank. Could Dawson have already found out? No, that didn't seem like it. He wasn't all-knowing. She trailed silently behind him. When they reached the elevator, she finally asked, "Mr. Faulkner, where are we going?" "Preston's hosting a yacht party. Since we happened to run into him, we're going together." Relief washed over Autumn. So Dawson didn't know. In a day or two, she and the others would be gone, and this matter would sink to the bottom of the ocean along with her departure from Merova. Preston's yacht was a floating palace of luxury. As the second eldest son of the influential Jameston family, he commanded a vast network of connections, drawing guests from politics, business, and the entertainment world. Surrounded by fine wine, exquisite cuisine, and strikingly beautiful people, the vessel glided into international waters, wrapped in an atmosphere of dazzling glamour and lavish excess. Dawson was dressed in a black casual outfit that made his skin loo