“Where am I?” Madeline parted her lips and asked the man who had his back toward her.

The man slowed down and turned his face slightly. His resolute and perfect jaw looked even more exceptional under the light.

“It’s not important where you are. If you still want to go home, then stop your tears.” His voice was also as cold as his aura.

Madeline clutched the handkerchief tightly. “Were you the one who saved me?”

“I was just passing by.” His answer was straightforward.

Madeline remembered that she did see another yacht heading toward her before the yacht Ryan was on exploded.

Perhaps this man was on that yacht and coincidentally, he witnessed the yacht exploding so he saved her.

“Thank you.” Madeline looked at the man’s back and thanked him. At the same time, she remembered Ryan who was still on the yacht. “Did you save my friend too?”

“Friend?” The man sounded puzzled. Then, he turned around. “Do you mean the man who was chasing you on the other yacht?”

When she heard this, Ma