The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 628 - 669: The Injured Night Owl

In the Ocean, late at night, the countless stars were reflected on the water’s surface, creating the illusion that the boat was floating in the starry sky.

Tonight’s starry sky was special because of the meteor shower and the arrival of a school of flying fish in these waters...

Night Owl had genuinely intended to let Sienna see this beautiful ocean scenery, but Sienna was too vigilant to accompany him.

A three-story yacht drifted on the water’s surface. Every man on the yacht was expressionless, as if their souls had been drained from their bodies.

Alice approached the yacht on a speedboat. When the people on the boat saw her, they pulled her aboard.

"Alice, the Master is looking for you!" Hydrogen said.

Hydrogen was one of Night Owl’s loyal guards, trained from a young age to protect him. Night Owl had 27 deputies named after chemical elements from the periodic table: Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Carbon, Nitrogen, Oxygen, Fluorine, Neon, Sodium, Magnesium, Aluminum, Silicon, Phosphorus, Sulfur, Chlorine, Argon, Potassium, and Calcium.

Of the original 27, only five remained: Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, and Silicon. The rest had been killed by Bill when he tried to assassinate Night Owl.

Even though Bill had left Death Island years ago, his name still carried as much influence as Night Owl’s, making him an almost god-like figure. After all, over the years, Bill had been the only one to escape Death Island, kill the boss, and almost kill Night Owl as well.

Alice stared at the three young boys on the boat, lost in thought. She had been captured and brought to the island at their age. She had long forgotten who she was, her name, whether she had parents, or if she had any siblings...

"Alice!" Hydrogen called her again. "The Master is looking for you!"

The name Night Owl was like a death curse. Hearing it, Alice couldn’t help but frown, and her beautiful face was immediately shrouded in gloom.

Night Owl! He is a devil hidden in the darkness of night, devouring people without leaving their bones.

She wasn’t as lucky as Bill, who had been able to escape Night Owl’s clutches and start a new life.

Alice, wearing ten-centimeter high heels and a tight black leather outfit, walked towards Night Owl’s room in solitude. Just as she reached the door, she saw a man coming out.

"Shade!"

The man with the same face as Night Owl wasn’t him but his twin brother, Shade Jervois. The name "Shade" alone indicated his status, as Shade’s existence would forever remain in Night Owl’s shadow.

"Did you meet Bill?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me the address!"

"Shade, what are you going to do?"

"I want to go play with Bill."

Night Owl was the heir to the Jervois family, but Shade, who had an identical face to Night Owl, was a dangerous presence. Night Owl’s father had wanted to kill Shade, but Shade’s mother had fought desperately to protect him, allowing Shade to survive.

However, Shade had been injected with a serum by Doctor X that had locked his intelligence at the level of a five-year-old child. Alice was afraid of Night Owl, but she felt sympathy for this man who shared Night Owl’s face.

"The address!" Although his intelligence was that of a five-year-old, his fighting skills and temper were not to be underestimated.

"The Master is looking for me. Can I go see him first? I’ll talk to you later, okay?" Alice coaxed.

Shade looked at Alice and said, "He’s badly injured and in a foul mood! Be careful!"

"Thank you!"

"Come find me later."

"Okay."

After Shade left, Alice remained alone. She hadn’t even entered the room when her heart began to pound. Night Owl always has a way of frightening me!

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Get in here!" A furious voice reached her ears.

It seemed Shade was right—Night Owl was angry.

She was curious to know who could make Night Owl so furious.

Alice turned the knob and walked in.

Inside, the magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling was unlit; only a dim wall lamp was on. Under the dim light, Night Owl sat shirtless on the sofa, exuding an air of mystery and oppression.

Alice tiptoed over and said respectfully, "Master!"

Night Owl is the ruler of Death Island, and we are all his slaves!

Night Owl was injured. His arm was wrapped in a bandage, stained with blood. Amazingly, someone besides Bill had managed to hurt him! Alice was extremely curious but didn’t dare reveal her thoughts. Doing so would be risking her life.

Night Owl remained silent, and Alice stood where she was, head bowed, also silent.

"Alice..."

"Yes, Master!" She was fully focused, not daring to let her guard down for even a moment.

"Raise your head!"

Alice knew this man didn’t like to be stared at. She carefully raised her chin, letting her gaze fall gently on his lips.

Thin lips. A sign of a fickle man, or so they say.

But Bill’s lips are thin too. Why is he so devoted to that woman?

The man stood up, his tall figure overshadowing Alice, making her feel as if she were enveloped in darkness. Night Owl was about her age, yet he could exude such a strong sense of oppression that it made it hard for her to breathe.

Night Owl grabbed her by the hair, dragged her before the television, and turned it on. On the screen was an enlarged photograph.

A beautiful little girl sits on her father’s shoulders, while a woman walks beside them, her gaze gentle as she looks at them. Adrian Desmond holds his child carefully with one hand, his expression gentle as he gazes affectionately at the woman beside him. It is a seemingly ordinary scene, yet filled with a warmth that, for these killing machines, is also a piercing reminder of what they have lost.

"...Jealous? Angry?"

Alice lowered her head, trying to hide her distress.

His eyes narrowed. He gently stroked her hair. "Alice, if he had taken you with him when he escaped, you would be the woman by his side now, the mother of that beautiful little girl..."

The devil’s hypnotic words broke through her psychological defenses, stirring dark emotions within her.

"Are you jealous? So angry that you want to kill them? Kill her, and you can take her place. You can be with Bill."

Alice trembled all over, cautiously replying, "I belong to Death Island. In life and in death, I will never leave Death Island."

She was not Bill; she didn’t have the ability to escape Death Island.

Freedom was something she desired, but only if she could stay alive.

"Really? Haha, I initially wanted to give you a chance to leave Death Island and live an ordinary life like Bill. It turns out you don’t even appreciate it."

"..."

"You really don’t want to leave?"

Cold sweat broke out on Alice’s forehead. She didn’t dare speak carelessly; one wrong word could mean her death.