Chapter 10

However, this help couldn't solve the problem.

The Wilson family had some business disputes with KM. Barnett had someone steal the Wilson family's technological equipment to defeat them. If that was the case, then the conversation just now could be explained…

"Mommy, Mommy…"

While Blanche was lost in thought, Jason's little head appeared in front of her.

"Mommy, what are you thinking about? I called you for a long time just now."

Blanche apologized, "I was daydreaming. Did you find the owner of the necklace?"

"No… Those people were all in suits, and I couldn't find them…"

It seemed Jason, like herself, was face-blind. Blanche smiled and said, "It's okay. We'll leave it to the staff; they know how to handle it."

Blanche picked up the necklace and noticed it had two letters "JS" engraved on it. Was it an abbreviation of a name?

If so, this necklace was very important. We need to find the owner quickly.

Blanche told Jason to go back to the room and wait while she went to find the staff on the ship. However, before she could reach them, she saw several men hurrying around, searching for something in various corners. One man, standing under the light, had a tall figure, slightly furrowed brows, and thin lips pressed together. Blanche paused her steps and walked over.

"Excuse me, are you looking for this?" she said, waving the necklace in her hand, the diamonds sparkling under the light.

The man's gaze fell on it, but what dazzled him even more was the smiling eyes of the woman in front of him.

"Sir, was it you who gave my baby a shell bracelet just now?"

The man unconsciously nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you! My baby really likes it. This must be your necklace, right? It was hanging on the shell bracelet just now."

Blanche's gentle features were immersed in the deep night, and the man found her crystal-like eyes shone brighter than the starry sky. He couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?"

Blanche was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Mr. Felix, it's quite impolite to ask a girl's name so casually."

The person in front of her was Felix Wilson, the renowned president of the Wilson family group. He was young, wealthy, and truly a dragon among men.

Blanche often heard people discussing Allen and Felix together because both were handsome, wealthy, and charming. Allen had a bit more of an oppressive and domineering aura than Felix.

However, Allen and Felix had never had any interactions. Blanche had witnessed Allen's methods and felt both fear and admiration for him. Anyone who could sit in such a position had to possess decisive determination and willpower, and likewise, they were also very dangerous.

Even if Felix wasn't as strong as Allen, he was enough to make Jian Anning cautious.

Seeing Blanche smiling, Felix couldn't help but pull a long face and coldly scoff, "So you want to get close to me, too?"

This implied that many women had tried to get close to him before?

But that was normal; which woman wouldn't want to be with Felix? Blanche sighed inwardly; men were always so confident.

"I'm sorry, but I'm already a mother, and I don't have any other intentions towards you," Blanche said as she placed the necklace in his hand. "This is your lost necklace; it has an engraving on it, so it must have been a gift. It should be returned to its owner."

Felix looked at the young woman in front of him, surprised to learn that she was a mother. However, thinking of the adorable child from earlier, he felt less hostility towards Blanche.

"Thank you, but how do you know I'm Felix?"

"Well, Jason," Blanche shrugged, "the suit you're wearing is the latest design from a top designer, the brooch is a limited edition from a well-known brand, and your ring is this year's newly launched couple's ring. Unless it was custom-made in advance, you wouldn't be able to buy it."

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Are you a designer?"

Blanche smiled brightly. "That's right."

She knew the latest and trending styles from major brands and could instantly recognize which designer created what. This kind of sharpness had become a habit for her; to put it simply, it was a professional ailment.

"Interesting."

"There's something even more interesting. Do you want to hear it?" Blanche said with an enigmatic expression.

Felix became intrigued. "Of course."

"Your technological equipment has already been stolen by Barnett's people. They're on this ship. If you want to catch them all at once, I can help you because I overheard their conversation just now."

Felix, who had been calm, suddenly turned sharp upon hearing this. "What did you say?"

"It seems you're still not clear," Blanche became serious. "What I know is just this. If you trust me, then investigate thoroughly; they don't have the ability to leave here yet. If you don't believe me, just consider I never said anything. Of course, I have conditions for telling you this."

Felix looked at the wise woman in front of him. No woman had ever dared to propose conditions to him, especially not in this manner. Who exactly was she?

Blanche had gone through many storms and knew that businesspeople cared most about their interests. If she could use Felix to escape Allen's control, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

However, Blanche had no idea that Allen would do anything for her. Her understanding of Allen was still insufficient. In Allen's eyes, Felix was nothing; he couldn't compare to Blanche at all.

Felix scrutinized the mysterious woman before him. Who was she? Why did she want to help him? Did she have some ulterior motive for approaching him?

Blanche sensed Felix's scrutiny and said, "Don't worry; I have no ulterior motives. I'm just someone who seeks a stable life."

"Isn't seeking a stable life very Jason-like?" Felix's tone was enigmatic.

"It is very Jason-like, but I have my child with me. I must find a place to settle down to provide a happy environment for my child's growth."

Felix felt that this woman was shrouded in mystery. Apart from knowing she had a child, he knew nothing else about her. However, a woman wouldn't have much power; it was better to resolve the Barnett issue first.

Blanche noticed Felix whispering something to a few men in black, and she knew he believed her words and was going to investigate his subordinates' departments.

Since the first step had already been taken, all that was left was to wait patiently.

"Mr. Allen, we've made contact, but Felix is keeping a close watch, so we can't leave for now," a man said in a low voice to the man on the other end of the phone.

"We have to find a way, even if it seems impossible. This time, I want to take down the Wilson family in one fell swoop."

"Understood, I will do my best."

"And also," the voice on the other end suddenly changed, "keep an eye on a woman on the ship. If I'm not mistaken, she should be on board."

Barnett's ambitions went beyond just the Wilson family; he wanted much more. However, to achieve his ultimate goal, he had to proceed step by step. But in this slow process, he also needed to have some fun.

The news of Allen looking for that woman spread throughout New York City. He had never made such a big fuss before, which seemed to indicate he had truly fallen for her. If he could be "helped," there might be unexpected surprises in store.

Meanwhile, Allen was already prepared to go abroad.

"Allen, why don't I accompany you? I'm worried about you being alone…" Leslie wanted to stay by Allen's side, trying to appeal to him emotionally and rationally.

But Allen had never planned for Leslie to be a part of his life.

"No need," Allen replied.

His emotions were always flat and indifferent, even tinged with a sense of detachment. Although Leslie had grown accustomed to it, she still felt a bit hurt.

"Allen, I want to take care of you. Even if you don't need me, I still want to be with you."

Allen was inherently impatient. Blanche's departure had made him irritable and restless. He suppressed everything, but facing Leslie's persistent entanglement, Allen bluntly said, "If you want me to throw you off the plane, feel free to follow me."

Leslie flinched. "Allen…"

Without even glancing at her, Allen boarded the plane. The sharp wind seemed to frost his handsome features. His mind was filled with one thought: to bring Blanche back, no matter where she ran, he would not rest until he did.

Although Leslie felt unwilling, seeing Allen board the plane made her unwilling heart sink. At least he was finally gone. Now she could deal with Blanche freely. By the time Allen found her, she would be nothing but a corpse.

"Drive to the Davis house," Leslie instructed.