Vengeance With My White Knight by Maya Kensington

Chapter 199 ☐☐ 97% Stephanie's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't even find words for Macro anymore and thought. Isn't his leg still injured? How could he be so reckless?' But Macro wasn't done yet. Ignoring the murderous looks from both Stephanie and Sebastian, he continued, "Since you're always getting Stephanie hurt, be careful, or she might not want to stay with you anymore." Stephanie sighed inwardly. She had long given up on expecting any emotional intelligence from Macro. Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he beckoned to a waiter nearby. The waiter approached respectfully. "Sir?" Stephanie was speechless. Clearly, all the stuff here worked for Sebastian.

"He'll take you to your room," Sebastian said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Okay." Stephanie nodded and stood up obediently, ready to follow the waiter away.

Macro's eyes widened in alarm, and he blurted out, "Hey, hold on! You can't just leave." If she walked away now, he'd be toast. After a few close calls, he knew exactly what Sebastian was capable of- especially when he was left alone with him.

But it seemed like his mouth had a mind of its own, always getting him into trouble before his brain could catch up.

Stephanie glanced back at Macro, her eyes softening with a hint of sympathy. "I really need to get ssleep." She felt like she'd been run through a wringer, her body aching from the endless demands of the past few days. "Wait, seriously?" Macro's eyes narrowed in confusion. “You slept the whole flight. Are you saying he's still pushing you too hard? Doesn't he care that you're hurt?" Macro said.

Stephanie paused, thinking, 'Macro's smart, but sometimes he's such an idiot who didn't think before he spoke. Maybe it's the learned a lesson the hard way.' As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but glance at Sebastian one last time. "If you kick Bernie off the yacht, will that mess up your plans?" she asked, failing to shake the feeling that this might complicate things.

Sebastian's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently tousle her hair. "Don't worry about it," he murmured. "Go get srest. I've got this." "Okay," Stephanie said softly with a nod, before following the waiter away.

As Stephanie passed by Macro, he instinctively grabbed her wrist, his eyes wide with desperation. “Stefi, wait," he blurted out, his voice tinged with fear.

She glanced at him. Macro just looked at her, as if he were trying to squeeze out every ounce of sympathy he could muster.

Sebastian's gaze flicked to Macro's hand on her wrist, and his eyes hardened imperceptibly. The air around him seemed to tighten, a silent warning hanging in the air.

"Let go, or you'll get your arm bruised," Stephanie said, her tone dry and matter-of-fact.

Macro's grip loosened instantly, his hand retreating as if it had a mind of its own.

Stephanie turned to Sebastian. "This is on you. He's always been so blunt, and you've just let him be like this for years." Macro's eyes widened in horror. "Hey, what are you talking about? He might kill me!" 1/3 97%! 53 Chapter 199 Stephanie sighed inwardly. She was trying to help him by subtly deflecting the situation, but he was too dense to see it. She shook her head, thinking, 'Genius, huh? With that mind?' She quickly left the room.

Macro's laugh was more of a nervous tic than anything genuine as he faced Sebastian alone. "I'm so sorry." Sebastian just turned and headed toward the tunnel, stripping off his shirt and then his pants.

Macro winced as he took in the broad expanse of Sebastian's back, marred by faint scratches.

'Damn, Stefi must have really gone for him. It must be him pushing her too hard, he thought, shaking his head. 'But seriously, why is he undressing right in front of me?' Just then, the long-legged woman who'd been fetching the ball swam back. Her lips had turned pale from the cold water, but her eyes brightened when she saw Sebastian, She hesitated, her gaze lingering on his abs, and a hint of greed flickered in her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red as she shyly called out, “Sir?” Sebastian's eyes darkened, and he spat out, "Leave, now." The woman flinched, startled by his sudden hostility, and quickly turned to flee, her steps unsteady in her haste. Sebastian turned back to Macro, who instinctively tugged his shirt tighter across his chest. "What are you implying? I'm not like that. You're not thinking of trying everything just because you're indulging yourself, are you? I'm warning you, I won't give in." Sebastian's eyes narrowed at Macro's theatrics, and he delivered a solid kick to his thigh. The force of the blow nearly knocked Macro off his feet, and he winced in pain.

"You-" he started, but Sebastian cut him off by grabbing him and dragging him toward the edge of the golf course. Macro's eyes widened in fear as he struggled. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" "Your mouth's been running away with you lately," Sebastian said, his tone flat. "Tto burn off sof that energy." "No, I can't..." Macro's protest was cut short as he was thrown into the sea with a splash. He hated swimming, especially in the ocean, and he instinctively tried to climb out. But Sebastian's hand pressed down on his head, submerging him.

The cold water hit Macro like a shock, and for a moment, he felt like his lungs were going to burst.

Sebastian dragged him away from the yacht, swimming out into the open sea. Macro struggled, but Sebastian's grip was relentless. When he finally surfaced, they were at least 70 feet from the yacht.

Macro's eyes widened in disbelief. 'What the hell is Sebastian eating to have this kind of stamina?' he thought to himself.

"Let go of me. I don't want to swim," Macro gasped, struggling to keep his head above water.

But Sebastian had made up his mind. He dragged Macro several miles out before finally releasing him.

Macro's eyes widened in panic. 'Wait. Isn't he supposed to bringback?' "No way," Macro replied, shaking his head. "I don't have the strength for that. You-" Before he could finish, S underwater and disappeared from sight. By the tMacro saw him again, Sebastian was at least 150 feet away.

tian dove Macro's mind raced. 'He's stamina is insane. No wonder Stefi couldn't handle him. With this kind of endurance, even ten women would be exhausted.

And to think she just left him here, he felt a surge of anger. 'How ungrateful. I was standing up for her and she i she just left. And Sebastian must be insane. He just left like that. Two miles out here? This is gonna kill me.' 2/3 Chapter 199 ***** Stephanie followed the waiter down the hall, her mind elsewhere. But as they passed another room, chaos erupted.

The door swung open with a bang, and the waiter was sent flying into the wall, passing out in an instant.

She instinctively tried to back away, but it was too late. A vice-like grip clamped down on her arm, yanking her into the room before she could react.

The door slammed shut behind her, and in the next moment, she was pinned against it, a large hand muffling any sound she tried to make.

Her eyes darted upward, and there he was a man with most of his face concealed by a black mask.

But even in the dim light, she could see the sharp, perfect lines of his features. His eyes were piercing, cold as a winter pond. It was Richard.

Stephanie struggled, her body twisting in a desperate attempt to break free. She mumbled, the words muffled against his hand, "L-Let go of me.", "If you don't wantto hit you, stay quiet," Richard growled, his voice a low, menacing threat. Stephanie's body went still, but her eyes blazed with defiance.

Richard knew her silence wouldn't last long. He'd seen how clever and cunning she could be especially page after the Pagihara incident. He pinched her cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "Trickwith a dog? You've got snerve, Stephanie."

Her cheek stung, and he even pinched harder, enjoying her pain She let out a muffled groan and thought bitterly, Jerk! Is there anyone who can stop him?" But before she could fully process the thought, Richard pressed something cold and metallic against her forehead. "Go ahead; scream if you dare." Stephanie glared at him, her eyes narrowing.

"You dare glare at me?" Richard sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll shoot at your eyes out if you keep that up." She could only curse him inwardly, fury simmering beneath the surface.

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