Lin Du hunched over, ignited the engine, and took control of the steering.

Malon, sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV, had a face as dark as a thundercloud.

He had been urging the driver to push the vehicle to its limits.

Orson had been within his grasp, but now all his efforts had gone down the drain.

He raised his sniper rifle again and aimed it fixedly at the yacht.

"Bang..." A bullet shot out of the barrel, hurtling straight towards the yacht's fuel tank.

"Lin Du, quick, turn right!"

Cisco peeked out and saw the gun pointed in their direction. A sense of foreboding washed over her.

Lin Du heard her panicked shout and, without hesitation, frantically spun the yacht's steering wheel.

The sharp sound of the bullet hitting the yacht's hull echoed, and immediately, the whole yacht swayed unsteadily twice.

Before Cisco could catch her breath, several bullets came flying towards Orson, who was lying on the yacht's deck unconscious.

Cisco quickly grabbed the steel plate and threw herself over Orson.

She laughed bitterly in her heart. Of course, human traffickers wouldn't let their prey escape. The more she thought about it, the slimmer her chances of survival seemed. But her rational side told her that as long as they weren't caught, there was still hope.

The yacht roared forward as Lin Du displayed driving skills he never knew he had. Despite his fear, there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Miss, Labuan Island is up ahead to the left."

Labuan Island was known as the Pearl of Borneo. Although it was a relatively off - the - beaten - path island, it still attracted a fair number of tourists each year.

Cisco, who was feeling a bit dizzy from the turbulence of a yacht,

Regained some of her senses upon hearing Lin Du's words.

She had climbed off Orson, her face looking rather pale.

Thought they'd managed to shake off their pursuers, but the roars of several approaching yachts came from different directions, all moving at full speed.

These people clearly weren't going to give up easily.

Thinking of this, Cisco felt an unprecedented calm. Given the current situation, sailing on the sea was like being a sitting duck.

Only Labuan Island offered a glimmer of hope for the three of them.

"Let's go to Labuan Island!" she said without hesitation, making her decision.

"Okay." Lin Du replied, focusing intently on steering the yacht towards the left - front.

Several long waves glistened menacingly in the sunlight, lacking any trace of leisure.

"Malon, it looks like they're heading for Labuan Island."

"There are government troops stationed there. It might not be wise for us to go in all guns blazing."

One of Lauren's lackeys put down his binoculars and walked over to Malon.

Malon's expression turned fierce, and a cold, menacing glint flashed in his eyes.

He threw his sniper rifle and rifle to the lackey.

"Take these back and give me two men."

The lackey didn't argue. He took the guns and nodded.

Cisco felt a bit more at ease as she heard the yachts behind them slow down.

By the time they reached the shore of Labuan Island, the chasing yachts hadn't caught up.

Under the shining sun, on Labuan Island, women in bikinis and men in swim trunks were enjoying the magnificent sea.

But no one knew that, inside the yacht that had just docked, three people had just experienced a brush with death.

When Orson woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. He turned his head and saw that it was already dark outside.

Only the white lights in the room flickered with a faint, warm glow, illuminating the ward. Beside him, Cisco was half - slumped over the edge of the bed, fast asleep.

Remembering the life - and - death situation he'd been in today, a fierce look flashed across Orson's brows.

His chiseled face exuded a cold, steely aura. He clenched his fists, a cold smile curving his lips as he muttered bloodthirstily, "Lauren, Malon, you've really done it."

Recalling the scene before he passed out, Orson knew that if it hadn't been for this woman, he would have met his end in Malaysia today.

"Oh, you're awake?" A surprised and gentle voice came from the side of the bed.

Hearing the sound, Orson, like a chameleon, immediately softened his demeanor, putting on a vulnerable and pitiful act.

"Sister, thank you for saving me."

Orson stared at Cisco with wide eyes, his voice soft and plaintive.

Cisco's heart melted.

The young man in front of her had a fair face with a touch of helplessness.

His brows were delicate, and his big, round eyes were as clear as a mountain stream.

"Ahem..."

"It's okay, it's okay. By the way, do you live in Malaysia? Are your parents here?"

"It's too dangerous for you to be out alone. We should contact your parents."

At her words, the seemingly innocent boy suddenly clutched his head.

"Ouch, it hurts so much..."

Cisco was alarmed and quickly pressed the emergency nurse call button. In a few seconds, a doctor rushed into the ward.

"Doctor, please take a look at him. Why did he suddenly become like this?"

Cisco asked before the doctor could say anything.

The doctor stepped forward, a strange look flashing in his eyes. He pried open Orson's pupils and examined them.

"Beautiful lady, there's no need to worry too much. Your boyfriend has just experienced a minor shock, and his brain has entered a state of self - protection, resulting in temporary amnesia."

Cisco felt relieved to hear that he was okay.

But when she heard the word "girlfriend," a faint blush crept onto her pale cheeks.

She quickly waved her hands and shook her head.

"No, no, I'm not..."

"Alright, the patient needs rest. You can stay with him to help him regain his memory gradually."

The doctor seemed to ignore Cisco's denial and spoke on his own.

Then he turned and left.

But as he reached the door, he glanced back at Orson, who was still feigning helplessness, and let out a soft chuckle.

"Sister, my head really hurts. I can't remember anything..."

Orson's expression was simple and tinged with pain.

He didn't say much else, just huddled up.

The contrast of a six - foot - three hulk looking so soft and cute was quite striking.

Cisco, for some reason, was completely taken in by his act.

Seeing his stoic yet suffering look, her eyes filled with sympathy. She reached out and gently patted Orson's shoulder, comforting him softly.

"It's okay. If you can't remember, don't force yourself..."

As she was comforting him, she saw Orson's pouting, teary - eyed expression. Cisco sighed and pulled him into her arms.

Orson felt like he'd been enveloped in a warm embrace.

Remembering how fearless Cisco had been when she saved him, he felt a strange warmth in his chest, like a fire was burning.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the woman's slender waist and the uneven hem of her dress, his gaze growing intense.

Hoping to prolong this tender moment,

Orson's eyes sparkled.

He trembled slightly and choked out, "Sister, I can't remember anything now. Will I never find my family again?"

As he spoke, Cisco felt a cool sensation on her snow - white neck. Drops of tears slid down her skin and disappeared into her dress.

The slight itch made Cisco feel even more sorry for Orson.

Poor boy, not only was he almost trafficked, but now he had lost his memory.

Sensing the boy's trembling and fear in her arms, Cisco blurted out without thinking, "Don't worry. You can stay with me. I'll take care of you."

What she didn't see was the look of triumph in Orson's eyes as he greedily inhaled the fragrance of the woman in his arms.