Chapter 27

Beatrice was amazed by the scenery in front of her. The clear, tranquil blue expanse of the sea had been filling her eyes for the past half hour. She sat in the yard—whether it was a villa, resort, or some other kind of accommodation, she didn't care. The place was quite spacious, with the backyard directly facing the beach.

Beatrice could have run along the shoreline, played with the waves, or simply sat and soaked her feet, waiting for the waves to wash up on the shore. Unfortunately, she didn't want to do any of that.

Occasionally, she glanced back, hoping that the person she was waiting for would arrive soon. But... nothing. The person she was waiting for didn't show up. Not a single message, phone call, or news came through. Beatrice sighed deeply, not knowing how many times she had done so.

"Where could they be?" Beatrice whispered. She closed her eyes again, worried. Very worried. The sound of gunfire had truly thrown her into turmoil. Was Sam hurt? What had