"Over there, the young lady is over there..."
Along with the bodyguards' cries of alarm, Rong Huan was finally found. The cruise ship was too big to approach her directly.
They hurriedly lowered a lifeboat, and the bodyguards and sailors went down together, using the lifeboat to rescue Rong Huan.
Above on the deck, Rong Xue—who pretended to be the good sister—stood leaning on the railing, her face full of concern. Yet, inside, she was almost grinding her teeth to pieces.
Rong Huan had actually returned alive. Why hadn't she died?
If she had died, she could have completely replaced her and become Mrs. Huo Siyu. Now that she was alive, she would inevitably have to expend more effort.
"Thank heavens, the young lady is still alive."
Following the assistants' exclamations, the bodyguards and sailors had already lifted an almost faint Rong Huan onto the cruise ship.