She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 127

Watching Hulda walk away, and seeing that Herbert was still firmly taking her side, the last traces of panic in Sylvie's heart vanished. A sweet smile returned to her face. "Let's get on board, everyone, or we'll miss the sunset! Don't worry, I meticulously checked the weather data, and there won't be any issues. Today is all about having fun and relaxing!"

"Alright! Everyone on board!" Herbert announced with a smile.

The man in glasses led the charge, practically sprinting onto the yacht. The rest of the staff eagerly followed.

It was true—the sun was shining and the weather was beautiful. So what if the wind was a little erratic? It was no big deal.

If Ms. Sinclair said it was fine, then it was definitely fine!

The dock staff were equally thrilled. The resort hadn't seen many guests lately, meaning the marina was practically dead. They weren't about to let such a massive payday slip through their fingers.

Sylvie and Herbert were the last to board.

Sporting a dazzling smile, Sylvie noticed Herbert walking a bit slowly. She happily skipped back and naturally took his hand. "Hurry up, Mr. Jewell! Everyone is waiting for us!"

Infected by her radiant energy, Herbert couldn't help but smile. He let her pull him along onto the luxurious yacht.

Looking at the bright, cheerful girl holding his hand, his mind briefly drifted back to Hulda.

That idiotic woman. It was bad enough she was petty and jealous, but to concoct such a laughably pathetic excuse right in front of his core management team?

He didn't expect much from Hulda anymore—just that she behave, know her place, and stop causing scenes. Why couldn't she even manage that?

Whatever. He didn't know how she got into the resort, but her cards and allowance were cut off. Whatever savings she had must be running dry after living in hotels these past few days. Without money, she wouldn't be able to survive in a high-end resort for long. Eventually, she would have no choice but to drag herself back home.

Once everyone was safely aboard, the yacht's engine roared to life, steering out toward the undeveloped island in the deep sea.

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When Hulda returned to her room, she found Abby glued to her laptop, typing away furiously.

But maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe their route would bypass the undertow entirely, and they'd manage to dodge the storm.

Weather was unpredictable, after all. Maybe neither the riptide nor the rain would hit.

Besides, even if they did encounter bad weather, as long as the crew handled it properly, there shouldn't be any real danger. At worst, they'd just be stuck on the water for a few extra hours.

Exhaustion suddenly washed over her. Hulda closed her eyes; today had been incredibly draining.

She was just about to drift into a nap when the hotel room phone rang.

Abby ran over to answer it, then immediately handed the receiver to Hulda. "It's for you."

The call was from the resort's French restaurant. "Hello, Ms. Atherton. Mr. Sterling has requested your presence at the French restaurant within thirty minutes. He specifically asked that you come alone."

Hulda raised an eyebrow. She was thoroughly annoyed but had no choice but to agree. "Fine. I'll be there."