At 7 o'clock sharp, the castle stood solitary on the water's surface.
Majestic, splendid.
Charles Harrington leaned against the yacht, his voice low, "The Blue Tourmaline was once the treasure that safeguarded this island."
Indeed, Anna Jadwin hadn't guessed wrong; the Blue Tourmaline originally belonged to this island nation.
So, the legends found from the bottom of the sea, were they fake?
"The Baileys, in order to obtain this gemstone... destroyed the entire nation with their own hands."
Wayne Bailey, who had remained silent, couldn't hold back anymore, "The story is becoming more and more absurd, if you keep dragging The Baileys down, I'll make this island your graveyard."
"Scarlett, have you really heard nothing?" Charles Harrington smiled oddly, "About your origins and The Baileys' hatred toward you?"
Anna Jadwin remembered the letter from Mrs. Sullivan to her, telling her—
The Baileys' Manor was her sworn enemy.