Chapter 990 I Spare Your Life
The blonde woman took a punch from Anthony, spitting out blood in pain.
She said, "This matter originally had nothing to do with you. I advise you not to interfere. You destroyed the Watkins family back then, so why are you helping Jovan Watkins' sister now?"
'Indeed, these people repeatedly targeted Jane because of Jovan! Jovan is a troublemaker but Jane still calls him "my Jovan" all the time!' Anthony thought.
Anthony operated the emergency button on his wristwatch, signaling the bodyguards hidden on the cruise ship to protect Jane. He needed to deal with the blonde woman quickly.
Anthony intended to capture her alive and get some answers.
The information Anthony received indicated that there was a seventy percent chance that members of the Richardson family would be on the cruise today. Unexpectedly, enemies were also present.
The organizers of this event must be brainless, because their security screening was a complete mess.
The blonde woman couldn't match Anthony's strength and took several punches and kicks. Just as Anthony was about to subdue her, she unhesitatingly flipped over the deck railing.
"Mr. Clark, goodbye!"
She plunged into the sea, disappearing instantly.
Gritting his teeth, Anthony wasted no more time on the blonde woman and rushed back to the suite as quickly as possible.
On the way, he encountered two North American tycoons he had some acquaintance with, but he didn't spare them a glance and sped away.
The cruise ship's horn sounded, and it set sail.
Jane opened the balcony window. There was a couple on the balcony of the adjacent suite, and the man was passionately kissing the woman, his hand in her dress. The woman said, "There's a banquet tonight," then the man's hand moved up her skirt.
It was obvious what they were trying to do, and they were so engrossed in it that they didn't realize someone might become their audience.
Jane blinked and turned back into her room.
Jane had no interest in such a display. In fact, the couple next door disturbed her view, making her already bad mood become worse.
There was a knock on the door.
Jane looked through the peephole and saw a waiter outside.
Jane suspiciously opened the door.
"Ms. Watkins, Mr. Clark is in a fight and needs you to calm him down!" the waiter said anxiously.
Jane was stunned for two seconds but quickly regained her composure. She told the waiter, "Hang on, I'll get my phone."
Jane returned quickly and followed the waiter out.
The waiter led the way, but after just a few steps, he felt a cold sensation on his neck as something pierced his skin. He turned his head stiffly to look at Jane in shock.
Jane held a syringe and she had already pushed all the contents into the waiter's skin.
Jane's eyes were cold, calm and indifferent.
Jane glanced around quickly. There was no one. She then swiftly dragged the waiter back to her suite and tied him up with a rope.
"What did you inject me with?" The waiter could still speak, but his body was limp, and his mind was a bit foggy.
"Just something to keep you from moving. It won't kill you." Jane threw him into a corner, picked up a fruit knife from the table, and pressed the blade against the artery in his neck. She asked, "Who sent you? What do you want?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." The waiter feigned innocence.
Jane let out a cold, mocking laugh, intending to make this person know what happened to him.
"First, Anthony hasn't publicly revealed my identity. Not many people should know that I'm Jane Watkins. Even if they did, it would be the invited guests. How would a waiter know?"
"Second, as a waiter, you're wearing black hiking boots. You wear a little vest suit paired with black hiking boots. Don't you think that's a bit disrespectful to guests?"
"Third, what kind of waiter doesn't say 'please' to a guest and just turns around to lead the way?"
"Is it your accomplice waiting for you, or are you worried someone will discover you?"
With each sentence Jane spoke, the face of the person disguised as a waiter grew grimmer. Eventually, it settled into a look of numbness.
"Smart, indeed! But even if you know, it doesn't make much of the difference," the waiter said. "Jane, as long as you're on this ship, you can't escape."
"Who are you?" Jane pressed the blade against the waiter's artery, her expression like a specter emerging from the darkness. "If you don't talk, I'll slash at your neck. You should know, if it's not a deep throat cut, you won't die immediately. You'll just bleed continuously, feel cold all over, and eventually go numb. The process is very painful."
"You..." The waiter was terrified. "You wouldn't dare kill me, Jane Watkins. You can't scare me!"
Jane was pleased with the waiter's reaction. It meant there was a breakthrough point. The real problem would be if he were a fearless dog, he would be completely useless.
Jane smiled, flipped the fruit knife in her hand with a flourish, then pressed the blade back against the waiter's carotid artery, reminding him, "If I hadn't killed someone before, how would I know so clearly what the dying process feels like?"
"You..."
"Tell me what you know, and I'll spare your life." Jane pushed the knife in slightly, scaring the waiter."It's cut! The blood is flowing. Don't you feel the pain?"
"Joker!" The waiter confessed, "It's Joker!"
"What Joker?" Jane asked. It was the second time she had heard the name.
"I only know the orders came down because of Joker."
"Is Joker an enemy or a friend to you?"
"Enemy."
"Is Joker related to Anthony Clark?"
"I don't know!" The waiter was terrified of dying. "I've told you everything I know. You need to help me stop bleeding. I don't want to die!"
"If you're so afraid of dying, why do this kind of work?" Jane said disdainfully, moving the blade away from the waiter's neck and showing it to him. It was clean and spotless.
"No blood?" The waiter realized he had been tricked by Jane.
Jane laughed, "Do you know why someone like me, who hasn't killed anyone, knows so much about the dying process? I read more books and study biology well. If you do so, you can know too."
Anthony rushed back when he heard that last sentence.
Bursting into the room, he saw the waiter tied up and looking bewildered, while Jane, in an expensive gown, crouched on the floor, twirling a fruit knife.
Jane turned her head at the sound. She recognized Anthony's footsteps, so she wasn't alarmed but seemed to be in a good mood.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, as if she had just played with an interesting animal. Her charming, cold face was adorable, making it hard for him to look away.
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