Chapter 2

Three hundred miles above Emerald Island.

A jet-black Gulfstream G700 private plane was piercing through the clouds.

The cabin interior was extremely luxurious, with a temperature-controlled wine cabinet displaying aged bottles of Romanée-Conti, and the floor covered with hand-woven Persian rugs.

"Ms. Martinez, we'll arrive at Emerald Island in half an hour."

Butler Beau respectfully placed a cup of warm Blue Mountain coffee on the small table, looking at the girl before him with somewhat complicated eyes.

Amelia.

As the precious daughter of New York's top family, the Martinez family, she possessed beauty that could dim the stars and amazing business talent.

At this moment, she was flipping through a yellowed marriage contract, her delicate brows furrowed, eyes full of impatience.

"Beau, I really don't understand what Grandpa was thinking."

Amelia casually tossed the marriage contract onto the table, her tone cold, "The Ashford family has long fallen from grace, and that man named Victor was even sent to prison three years ago for assault, exiled to a prison island. Making me marry a convict? This is simply a disgrace to the Martinez family."

Beau sighed and tried to reason with her, "Ms. Martinez, Mr. Martinez repeatedly emphasized before he passed that the men of the Ashford family are all geniuses. Although the Ashford family suffered misfortune back then, Victor might not be as bad as the rumors say. What if he's someone worth trusting?"

"Worth trusting?" Amelia turned her head to look at the rolling sea of clouds outside the window, a mocking smile curving at the corner of her mouth.

"Beau, you're someone living in the old era. In this world, power, status, and talent are the standards for measuring a person. A waste who's been in prison for three years and is out of touch with society—what does he have to match me?"

She paused, her voice becoming even more resolute, "Even that waste from the Carter family who only knows how to race cars at least has decent looks and a good family background. Marry Victor? I'd rather never marry in this lifetime!"

"This trip, I'm only doing one thing—breaking off the engagement."

At the Emerald Island dock, the sea breeze carried a salty fishy smell.

Amelia walked down from the yacht in high heels, followed by eight burly bodyguards.

"Ms. Martinez, your presence truly brings light to our humble place!" Warden Wayne Cooper greeted her with a face full of smiles.

Amelia took off her sunglasses, "Cut the crap, bring Victor here."

Wayne's smile froze, and he stammered, "Ms. Martinez, Victor... he's already left the island."

"What?" Amelia's voice suddenly rose. "What did you say? He left the island?"

"Yes." Wayne wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Three hours ago, Victor completed his sentence and officially left Emerald Island."

Amelia's face instantly turned ashen.

She couldn't believe that Victor had just left like that, without even seeing her.

This was the greatest insult to her!

Since childhood, Amelia had gotten whatever she wanted, and countless men went to great lengths just to see her.

And now, she personally came to this prison island, and that Victor left without even showing his face?

"Wayne!" Amelia's voice was cold as ice. "Do you know the Martinez family's influence in New York? Do you believe I could make one phone call and make your position as warden unstable?"

Wayne's face became even more unpleasant.

Of course he knew the Martinez family's power—they were one of New York's three major families, with influence throughout the country.

But...

"Ms. Martinez, please don't make things difficult for me." Wayne said with a bitter face. "Victor was legally released. I can't just detain him, can I?"

"I don't care!" Amelia said coldly. "Issue a search warrant immediately and bring Victor back to me!"

More cold sweat appeared on Wayne's forehead. Was she kidding? That was Victor, the King of Assassins! If they angered him, all of Emerald Island would suffer.

"Ms. Martinez, I'm afraid that's not quite appropriate."

"Not appropriate?" Amelia gave a cold laugh and took out her phone. "Then I'll call my dad right now and have him talk to your superiors about whether it's appropriate or not."

Wayne's expression changed repeatedly, then suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

"Mr. Cooper?" The deputy warden quickly supported him.

Wayne rolled his eyes, his mouth twitching, saying unclearly, "I... I'm sick. Hospital..."

Amelia watched this crude performance, trembling with anger.

Even a small warden dared to fool her!

She took out a document from her bag—the marriage contract she and Victor had signed three years ago.

Amelia stared at the document for a few seconds, then tore it into pieces in front of everyone.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number, "Dad, I need you to do something for me... Yes, issue an SSS-level search order, target is Victor!"

After hanging up, Amelia coldly swept a glance at Wayne, who was still lying on the ground pretending to be sick, and turned to leave the dock.

An SSS-level search order was the highest level warrant in New York's dark underworld.

Once issued, the entire New York underworld and authorities would spring into action.

Victor, let's see where you can hide!

New York Airport.

The snowstorm outside was getting worse, and airport announcements kept broadcasting flight delays.

Victor sat in a luxury waiting lounge, holding a newspaper, his expression calm.

Three years of prison life had taught him to remain composed in any situation. A mere snowstorm was nothing to him.

This lounge was a top-tier room in the airport's VIP area, costing five thousand dollars per hour.

Inside were comfortable leather sofas, a high-definition TV, a mini bar, and even a private bathroom.

Suddenly, the lounge door was rudely pushed open.

A young woman in a mink coat walked in, followed by four bodyguards.

The woman's face was full of arrogance and impatience.

"You, get out." Amelia pointed at Victor, her tone full of command. "I'm taking this lounge."

She had just rushed back from Emerald Island, fuming the whole way.

She had wanted to go straight home, but the snowstorm came too suddenly and all flights were delayed.

She just wanted to find a quiet place to rest, but didn't expect the best lounge to be occupied.

Victor looked up at her, then continued reading his newspaper.

Although she was indeed very beautiful, her overbearing manner was quite off-putting.

Victor had seen plenty of these women who acted superior just because their families had money and power. He couldn't be bothered.

"Are you deaf?" Amelia's voice grew colder. "I told you to get out!"

Victor still didn't react, just turned a page of the newspaper.

Amelia was furious. Today was really unlucky—first that bastard Victor escaped, and now even an ordinary person dared to ignore her!

"Give him money, make him leave." Amelia said to the bodyguard behind her.