Chapter 2 The Same Tattoo

Lainey was secretly pleased, but she forced herself to look devastated instead. "What if something happens to Hannah? If she dies, I don't think I'll be able to live with it."

Kenneth immediately pulled Lainey into his arms. Irritation filled his face as he held her close. "Why are you still worried about her after everything she did to you? A woman like Hannah deserves whatever comes her way. Right now, we need to get back to shore."

Lainey didn't answer him. She only cried against his chest.

The little sympathy Jake almost felt for Hannah disappeared after hearing Kenneth speak.

Indeed, so what if Hannah was his biological sister? The person he truly cared about all these years was still Lainey.

If he ever had to choose between the two sisters, he already knew who mattered more to him.

Meanwhile, another luxury yacht floated in the distance.

Hannah drifted in and out of consciousness. Even so, she still sensed someone walking toward her.

As soon as that person reached a hand toward her, Hannah opened her eyes. Coldness flashed across her face. Without hesitation, she seized the man's wrist and twisted it back with brutal force.

The sharp sound echoed across the yacht.

A scream ripped through the silence.

Confusion crossed Hannah's eyes for a moment. Her memories slowly returned piece by piece. The last thing she remembered was falling into the ocean.

"Looks like your reflexes are still sharp, Miss Oliver."

A deep voice sounded from behind her.

Hannah turned immediately and saw a tall man standing several steps away. The moment she looked at him, she recognized him at once. Aaron Dale.

In Frerton, his name alone was enough to make people nervous. Despite his age, Aaron already controlled most of the city's economic power. Nobody dared to offend him.

Aaron stood quietly with a cold look on his face. He kept staring at Hannah, making the atmosphere tense.

The hostility in Hannah's eyes gradually faded away. "Mr. Dale," she asked carefully, "was it you who saved me?"

By then, Hannah had already looked around enough to understand where she was. This was obviously a private yacht.

Hannah never thought she'd survive.

Aaron walked toward her casually. Standing above her, he studied her quietly.

Her face looked pale and delicate, while her bright eyes still carried a trace of daze, making her appear weak and harmless.

But Aaron didn't lower his guard.

A woman who could snapped his subordinate's wrist the moment she woke up couldn't possibly be as fragile as she seemed.

Without any warning, his expression shifted. Aaron suddenly reached for Hannah's throat.

Hannah reacted immediately. Her right fist blocked his attack while her left hand struck straight toward his eyes without hesitation.

Aaron tilted sideways to avoid her attack. At the same time, he grabbed hold of her wrist with his right hand. Hannah instantly twisted his arm downward and drove her right leg toward him.

Coldness flashed across Aaron's eyes. He blocked her kick with his knee before using his height and strength to overpower her completely.

In the blink of an eye, Hannah was pinned against the bed. Her wrist and leg were trapped firmly under his control.

Danger flashed through Hannah's eyes for a split second, and frustration followed right after. Still, neither emotion lasted long. What truly stirred inside her was excitement.

At last, she had run into someone of an equal caliber.

Aaron's speed, strength, and reflexes were enough to place him above others. A man like him wouldn't only dominate the business world. If he entered an assassin organization, he'd undoubtedly stand at the top.

Their eyes met. The distance between Hannah and Aaron disappeared completely, close enough for them to feel each other's breath.

Hannah released her grip first. Her tone softened as she looked at him. "Mr. Dale, you're hurting me."

Aaron studied her quietly.

Only after releasing his grip did he stand upright again. "Miss Oliver," he said slowly, "you're full of surprises."

Aaron already understood one thing clearly. If another person had been standing in his place earlier, Hannah would've already strangled them.

He had heard rumors about the Oliver family before, but none of them explained where Hannah learned such exceptional fighting skills.

If Hannah worked under him, she would undoubtedly outshine every assassin currently at his disposal.

Bitterness immediately filled Hannah's eyes as she slipped into character. "I grew up in the slums," she said softly. "Places like that are chaotic and dangerous. If I hadn't learned how to protect myself, I wouldn't have survived until now."

In only a moment, Hannah changed from a sharp blade into a delicate flower that needed protection.

"Thank you for saving my life today, Mr. Dale," Hannah added quietly.

A knowing smile appeared on Aaron's lips. "Then tell me, Miss Oliver," he said, "how are you planning to thank me?"

Hannah lifted her gaze toward him. "And how would Mr. Dale like me to thank him?"

Aaron answered slowly, "I haven't decided yet. But if I need your help one day, you must agree."

Hannah nodded lightly. "Alright."

Just then, one of Aaron's men approached them. "Mr. Dale," the subordinate said respectfully, "you have a call."

As the subordinate handed the phone to Aaron, Hannah narrowed her eyes sharply.

The movement exposed a tattoo on the man's arm. The figure looked clawing and menacing, resembling Satan.

Hannah's fists clenched instantly.

During the chaotic fight a year ago that left her badly injured, Hannah clearly remembered seeing the exact same tattoo on the traitor in the exact same place.

That tattooed man launched a sudden attack, causing heavy losses for her team. Nearly half of her elite squad was wiped out during that fight.

A thought immediately crossed Hannah's mind. Could Aaron somehow be connected to that traitor?