Chapter 709

Before Felicia could even express her disdain, a small, exquisitely crafted throwing knife whizzed through the air, heading straight for Pete. If he hadn't reacted fast enough, that blade would have pierced right through his eye. Even so, the sharp edge still grazed the side of his face, leaving behind a thin, bloody mark. The one who threw the knife was none other than Stephan himself. Calmly, he handed Felicia a freshly peeled apple. She took it and took a bite, finding the sweet, crisp taste of it surprisingly pleasant. Just like that, the irritation Pete's shameless words had sparked in her vanished entirely. She sat back in her lounge chair, entirely uninterested in acknowledging Pete any further. Pete, nearly stabbed moments ago, immediately toned down his arrogance. He dared not say another word, though only he knew how much resentment and anger boiled inside him. On the deck, Stanley lowered his voice and asked, "Mr. Russell, do you want to take care of him now?" Pete ha