The mercenaries took everything of value on the ship and left.

Olivia had been moved in her sleep shortly before daybreak.

Ethan freshened himself up and opened the door. The fresh sea breeze brushed against his face, lifting his spirits.

Apart from the floor they were on, everywhere else was in a mess. Most of the people had left the ship. Only his men remained.

More than a hundred thugs were tied up and left crouching on the ground. Brent released Flora, who then rushed downstairs.

Everything was a mess—the restaurant, ballroom, luxury stores, and entertainment facilities.

Flora fell to her knees and wept. "It's destroyed. Everything's ruined."

She staggered to the bar. She used to enjoy sitting here and mixing some drinks for herself. She enjoyed looking down at the others from a high place.

All of the expensive alcohol had been taken. The cheap ones were smashed on the floor. She slowly walked over, kneeled down, and picked up half a bottle of wine.

She held the bro