Chapter 348: Chapter 348



A man who had followed Cody stood on the deck of the ship and pointed to Armand who was looking for Theresa Gordon at sea.

Cody looked and it looked like a person. Now he desperately needed to find out where Phoebe Lewis was. It was good for him to have someone alive now and he asked someone to drive the boat.

He and Armand knew each other, but they hadn’t dealt much with each other and didn’t owe each other anything. They were just strangers who knew each other.

He stood at the bow of the boat, got a good look at the person in the water, and called out, “Where’s Phoebe?”

Armand cocked his head to one side and the water droplets running through his hair blurred his vision, but he could vaguely make out what she looked like and knew the person approaching was Cody. “Help me find someone and I’ll tell you where they are.”

Cody sneered, “Now you’re in a situation like this, how can you keep bargaining with me? If I don’t save you, you’ll die here.”

How could he come all of a sudden?

Something must have happened and it had to do with Phoebe, that’s why he had come looking for her.

“I only have one condition. If you don’t agree, I will have no choice. However, you will never know her whereabouts either.”

He thought for a moment. Since the relationship between Armand and Matthew Nelson was not a secret and now his father had a business cooperation with Matthew, he feared there would be repercussions if Armand actually died by not saving him.

Besides, he couldn’t afford to create any more problems since that company was now in trouble because of Phoebe.

“Okay, I’ll help you find the person.” He had come to catch Phoebe, so he had brought several people with great swimming skills.

“Who are you looking for?” he asked.

“A woman,” Armand said.

He seemed to read subtlety and waved the men into the sea, “Do your best to find someone.”

Indeed, it was difficult to find a person in the vast ocean. The more time passed, the less hope there was of being rescued.

They widened their search net.

Suddenly, someone shouted, “There’s someone here!”.

Armand swam rapidly closer and his heart beat faster as he got closer. He felt expectant and fearful at the same time, hoping it was Theresa while fearing that she had….

As he approached, he slowly caught a glimpse of the face. Despite the soaked hair covering most of the face, he still felt it was Theresa.

She pushed the man away, hugged her and swam towards the boat that rested not far away.

With the help of several people, he rescued her to the boat. He lowered her carefully and reached out to feel her heart. There was still a faint beating, “Drive the boat quickly!” he shouted.

Cody shot her a look and said to the men.

“Dry clothes.”

Armand took off Cody’s jacket.

The latter was stunned for two seconds and then shouted, “Are you crazy?”

“Give me the clothes.” It was too cold now and he feared she was freezing.

Her clothes were the only ones that had been dry since everyone had gotten in the water.

Cody asked incredulously with wide eyes, “Are you gay?”

Armand cursed, “Fuck you.”

He roughly removed his clothes from his body and walked back over to Theresa, wrapping the outer sheath around her, praying to himself, “You’ll be okay, you’ll be okay. You’ll be okay, please.”

He knelt down on one knee and in his mind’s eye kept flashing the calm, determined look of her to die as she stood over the boat.

“Shit.” Cody realized there was an unexploded bomb on her, could they have exploded?

The boat exploded because Phoebe wanted to kill Armand and Theresa, so she pressed the detonator, not the bomb in Theresa’s body. In fact, Armand cut the right wire and the numbers were set at the end, so it didn’t explode.

“Drop it fast!” Cody yelled and started to become incoherent. It was a bomb after all. Who knew if it would explode after that.

“Drop it?” someone asked.

“Drop the bomb! Stupid!” he said grumpily.

As the man he had called stupid was about to touch the bomb on her, Armand raised his head and glared at him viciously, “Don’t touch it!”

“I’m not touching it, I just want to…” She pointed to the bomb on her body.

Armand noticed and quickly ripped it off. The moment he ripped it off, the numbers that had stopped suddenly continued to change. One, zero …

Boom!

The moment he threw it, the bomb exploded.

The water splashed several meters high and fell on the ship.

It was like a huge storm that hit the ship, causing it to sway and the water to crash.

People panicked and hid everywhere, except for Armand, who held Theresa.

When the aftermath passed, Cody came to his senses and cursed, “Damn, that bomb really worked. I almost died.”

He figured it wouldn’t work since it hadn’t exploded. If Armand had dropped it any slower, they would have died.

But then, who would strap a bomb to a person?

This was too cruel.

He soon thought of something else: “Phoebe did this?”

Armand ignored it as he wasn’t in the mood right now.

“Where’s Phoebe?” he asked.

Armand’s face turned grim, “She’s dead.”

If no one saved her, she would definitely die at sea.

Cody opened his mouth, “Dead?”

He had not yet settled accounts with her or tortured her.

He couldn’t accept it as he hated her so much that he wanted to teach her a lesson himself and make her life worse than death.

Armand was anxious, urging the man driving the boat, “Drive faster!”.

Cody glanced at him, “It’s already the fastest speed now. It’s no use, even if you hurry.”

Armand knew this, but he was anxious, for the longer she delayed, the more dangerous it would be.

He pushed her hair away from her face and uncovered her covered face.

The right side of her face was bloody and black, as if the skin had been burned.

Cody, who was standing next to her, swallowed spittle and almost screamed in fear.

He thought, ‘Isn’t she disfigured?’

Armand could only feel his heart being hit hard by a heavy hammer and his fingers trembled, not daring to go any lower.

There were no literal words or explanations that could be used to describe his emotions at this moment.

It was not just pain, but rather an inability to cope. He dared not imagine if she would be able to accept it when she saw his face.

At that moment, the ship docked. It lifted her up and pulled away from the plywood.

“How did Phoebe die? Where did she die?” Cody wanted to take a look at her.

He wanted to make sure this woman was dead.

Armand headed toward the car. His voice was loud, but he didn’t hear it as if he were haunted.

The man standing next to Cody said, “She was probably in the sea.”

It was obvious that, whether it was Cody or Armand, they were both Phoebe’s target for revenge. If she had escaped, Armand would not be silent.

Seeing his anxious look, his intention for Phoebe to die was no less serious than he was.

Cody looked behind him. It would be very difficult for him to find her corpse in this vast sea.

He could also be sure that Phoebe was probably dead by the look on Theresa’s face.

“You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.” He said casually and stepped off the pedal.

He had to solve the problem Phoebe had created for him.

Meanwhile, Armand drove his car quickly to the hospital.

He drove his car at high speed and soon arrived at the hospital. He loaded up Theresa and rushed into the emergency room, “Save her fast!”.

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