Chapter 175
The moment Alexander Kingsley and Isabella Sinclair reached the shore, Dominic Sterling appeared with a small entourage. His usually composed features were etched with rare concern, his sharp eyes scanning their disheveled state.
The two men had been close for years.
“Tell me everything,” Dominic demanded, his voice clipped as he took in the aftermath of whatever catastrophe they’d narrowly escaped. His gaze lingered on them, assessing. “Are you hurt?” A flicker of something calculating passed through his eyes.
Despite his swift arrival, he knew they’d barely avoided something far worse. The sheer magnitude of the explosion spoke volumes—this hadn’t been an accident.
“Save the details for later,” Dominic cut in briskly. “First, let the medics examine you. Internal injuries aren’t something to gamble with.”
With practiced efficiency, he nudged a wheelchair toward Alexander. “Once we’re back on the yacht heading to Ontdale, someone might notice your legs aren’t actually paralyzed. So, humor me and sit.”
Isabella arched a brow, impressed. Dominic wasn’t just the polished president of a corporate empire—he was the kind of man who personally intervened, suit rumpled from haste, yet still sharp enough to protect Alexander’s secret.
Turning to his team, Dominic’s tone turned icy. “Clean this up. Every trace of explosives, every surviving thug—handle it discreetly. The authorities will be here soon.”
His meaning was clear: leave no loose ends.
Then, he offered Isabella a polite but guarded smile. “Ms. Sinclair, we owe you our gratitude this time. The police will arrive shortly.” Though his words were courteous, the unspoken question lingered—Just who are you really?
That explosion hadn’t been amateur work.
Isabella exhaled, exhaustion lining her voice. “Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe they grabbed the wrong targets.” She shuddered slightly, the fear still fresh. “If it weren’t for Mr. Kingsley here, I wouldn’t have made it. He pulled me into the water just in time.”
After a beat, she added, “They were greedy, though. Demanded a ransom, then started fighting over it. One of them got reckless—lit a bomb in the middle of their argument.”
Dominic’s brow lifted. A squabble over money? It didn’t align with the precision of the attack.
But Alexander merely nodded, his voice steady. “Greed was their downfall. They turned on each other, and now they’re paying the price.” His unwavering certainty backed Isabella’s story without hesitation.
Dominic studied them for a heartbeat before shrugging. “Understood. We’ll handle it your way.” With a gesture, he signaled his team to escort them to the yacht.
“Rest,” he said firmly. “You’ve earned it. Leave the rest to me—I’ll ensure the authorities hear only what we want them to.”
His smile was razor-sharp. “Sleep easy. This ends here.”
