Chapter 880

The strength of the Sterling Family's main bloodline was indeed formidable.

At the horizon where the coastline ended, a small boat was cutting through the waves.

Several bodyguards stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their gazes fixed on Evelyn Ross and Alexander Vance like hawks.

The two were escorted to the shore.

Once the boat was secured, they were roughly pushed aboard.

Evelyn quickly scanned the interior of the cabin.

The vessel wasn't large, but it was well-constructed with high safety standards.

The cabin was stocked with enough food and fresh water for six or seven days.

Life jackets, a compass, signal flares, and other survival tools were all present.

The boat's configuration was even more comprehensive than the one they had arrived in.

Evelyn and Alexander exchanged a glance.

Both sensed something was off.

Just moments ago, Kingsley Sterling had been accusing mainlanders of being cunning.

Yet now, he was sending them off in what could be described as a "luxury" escape vessel.

This change in attitude was too abrupt.

Would the Sterling Family be so considerate towards so-called "drifters"?

Unless... they weren't drifters at all.

A realization flashed in Evelyn's mind.

She looked sharply at Alexander.

He gave a slight nod, clearly having arrived at the same conclusion.

With a subtle twist of her wrist, the ropes binding her fell away.

She strode to the side of the boat and called out loudly, "Mr. Sterling, please wait."

Kingsley frowned and turned back, his tone cold.

"What is it now?"

Evelyn's gaze was firm.

"May we speak privately? After we talk, if you still wish to send us away, we will not utter another word of protest."

Kingsley was silent for a moment before finally waving his hand.

The bodyguards parted to create a path.

Evelyn jumped off the boat and walked up to Kingsley.

She lowered her voice and softly uttered two words.

"Uncle."

Kingsley's pupils contracted sharply.

He quickly suppressed the turmoil in his eyes and said coldly, "Nonsense."

Evelyn smiled.

"Uncle, you've already recognized me, haven't you?"

Kingsley took half a step back and snorted.

"Don't try to get familiar."

"Then how do you explain this boat?" Evelyn took a step closer.

"Supplies so complete? You're being far too attentive to an ordinary drifter."

Kingsley averted his gaze.

"This was temporarily requisitioned..."

"Temporarily requisitioned, yet prepared so thoroughly?" Evelyn interrupted him.

"What exactly are you afraid of, that you're in such a hurry to send us away?"

Kingsley was left speechless.

He turned to leave.

Evelyn's voice came from behind him, clear and forceful.

"Uncle, even if you send me away this time, I will definitely come back."

Kingsley's steps halted.

He slowly turned back to look at Evelyn.

That face, the spirit in her eyes and brows, overlapped with the memory of his sister.

How could he not recognize it?

It was just that the waters of the Sterling Family ran too deep.

After years of maneuvering, he still hadn't been able to rescue his sister.

What could Evelyn, coming alone, possibly do?

She would only put herself in danger.

That's why he wanted to send her away as quickly as possible.

But this niece... she was too much like her mother.

The same stubbornness.

The same sharpness.

"Uncle," Evelyn looked at him, her eyes blazing, "Running away won't solve the problem.

I must save Mom."

Kingsley sighed.

"Your mother wouldn't want you to take this risk."

"I will protect myself," Evelyn said, her tone resolute.

The two stared at each other for a long moment.

An unspoken understanding hung in the air.

It was the resoSterlingce of shared blood.

A warmth surged in Evelyn's heart.

This uncle, meeting for the first time, must have also expended countless efforts over the years trying to rescue her mother, right?

As she was thinking this, the sound of dense, rapid footsteps suddenly erupted all around them.

Dozens of bodyguards surged from all directions, holding submachine guns, surrounding Kingsley, Evelyn, and their group.

"Don't move!"

The dark muzzles of the guns were all trained on them.

Evelyn's heart tightened.

In the next second, Kingsley had already stepped in front of her.

Alexander also moved swiftly to her side, shielding her.

One in front, one beside.

Two men firmly protected her in the middle.

A black sedan sped over and screeched to a halt.

The door opened.

Scarlett Sterling, clinging to the arm of a middle-aged man, stepped out with an arrogant air.

Scarlett pointed at Evelyn and Alexander and shrieked, "Dad! It's them! It's these two drifters who bullied me! Kill them!"