Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1136

Standing on the gangway, Nicholas let his gaze sweep over the contestants who were still standing there in shock.

The corner of his lips curved up slightly. "You've all worked hard over the past few days."

"I've prepared a top-tier Michelin-star seafood feast on board, along with a rooftop open-air hot spring and a private theater."

"It's a full luxury experience. You're all invited to come aboard and relax."

The contestants' eyes widened in disbelief.

One guy swallowed hard and stammered, "U-Us? We can really go up there?"

Would they actually get the chance to set foot on a ship worth tens of billions of dollars?

That was a world-class luxury liner!

They had never even touched something like that in their entire lives.

Nicholas smiled. "You are all Serena's friends. There's no need to be polite."

As soon as the words left his mouth, deafening cheers erupted across the pier!

"Oh my god! Serena's friends! We're the Code Goddess's friends!"

"Holy crap! I actually get to ride on a billion-dollar ship!"

"Let's go, let's go! Get on board!"

"Long live Serena!"

"Mr. Blackwood is a legend!"

The contestants' faces flushed with excitement.

The crowd swarmed around Serena and Nicholas, marching enthusiastically up the gangway of the breathtakingly extravagant vessel.

They were off to enjoy the kind of VIP treatment they had only ever seen in movies.

In an instant, the bustling pier grew deserted.

Only Bianca Doyle, Isabella Thorne, and one trembling male teammate remained behind.

Looking at the empty pier, Lydia Brooks stood on the deck of the luxury liner, grinning from ear to ear. She deliberately turned and waved at the shore. "See ya!"

The ship's engines hummed to life.

Bianca's face turned livid. She glared fiercely at Lydia's retreating figure, clenching her fists in fury.

The yacht's engines roared as it mercilessly sped away from the pier.

Isabella collapsed on the edge of the dock, watching the yacht grow smaller in the distance.

She tried to scramble up and chase it, but it was impossible.

All she could do was sit there in despair, watching her last lifeline disappear.

The sea breeze bit into her, making her shiver violently.

Finally, she tucked her tail between her legs, grabbed her luggage, and trudged toward The Island Shuttle Ferry arranged by the organizers.

It was a rusty, dilapidated vessel.

The cabin reeked of cheap diesel and nauseating fish.

On board were the remaining members of The Board of Arbiters, the security detail, and various event staff.

Isabella huddled in a corner.

But throughout the entire journey, the arbiters and security guards shot her thinly veiled looks of disgust.

She was treated like a rat in the street—filthy and utterly despised.