Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Ring, ring, ring!

They looked at the landline that kept ringing loudly and clearly, then Shirley and Fabian subconsciously shared a look.

After pausing for a few seconds, Shirley picked up the phone without hesitation.

Before she could say anything, she heard a familiar voice from the other end of the phone.

"Get Shirley on the phone," Carter ordered. Shirley's hand on the phone tightened.

"Didn't you hear me? Get someone named Shirley Brown to come to the phone. I know she's in the villa," Carter urged impatiently.

However, less than two seconds after he said that, Carter suddenly realized something.

"Shirley?"

"It's me." Shirley tried her best to keep calm. " Carter, why are you calling this number?"

"I want to tell you that I'll be able to avenge our dead child soon." Carter's voice came over grimly.

His tone sounded deep and gloomy for some reason.

Shirley's heart skipped a beat. "Carter, what do you mean? What are you going to do?"

"You'll know what I'm going to do soon, but before this, I want you to come to meet me."

Shirley wanted to contact Carter initially, so when he made this request, naturally, she did not hesitate to agree.

However, after Carter told her the meeting time and place, Shirley's heart sank inexplicably.

The feeling was like that of listlessness and loss, and it took over her heart immediately.

Over the other end of the phone, after hanging up, Carter went back to the basement where Jeremy and Eveline were trapped in.

With a blank look on his face, he threw bread and water into the pool, and then the corner of his lips lifted into a knowing and mocking grin. "For the sake of our relationship, I'll allow you two to eat something before I send you to hell."

It sounded as if Carter wanted to end Madeline and Jeremy's lives.

However, this did not strike fear into Jeremy and Madeline. Carter knew they would not feel anxious because of this. As such, he pulled a stool over in a carefree and relaxed manner to sit next to the pool. He lit a cigarette and exhaled some white smoke. He looked leisurely and content.

"Eveline, do you remember when we first met?" Carter looked into Madeline's eyes and asked with a huge grin.

"Back then, I didn't know you'd be on the yacht."

Madeline's gaze darkened. "You didn't know I'm on the yacht too?"

"That's right, I didn't." Carter's grin became wider.

Madeline suddenly came to a realization. "So, you're admitting that you have something to do with Ryan's death? The sudden explosion was not an accident, but instead, it was man-made. And the person who created this accident was you, Carter Gray."

After she said that, the air in the basement seemed to stay silent for a long time.

A while later, Carter admitted with a smile.

"Yes, I deliberately made that accident happen. I was there to verify Ryan's death, and I coincidentally saved you."

"Saved me?" Madeline was amused. "Were you saving me? If you hadn't deliberately tried to kill Ryan, how would I be affected by the explosion?"

Confused, Madeline looked at Carter who had a huge grin on his face.

"Carter, what kind of person are you? Why are you doing all thèse? Just to inherit the position of the highest authority of St. Piaf?"

Carter did not respond to Madeline's questions, seemingly admitting to them tacitly.