The Duke's little ancestor slipped away again

Near the border of the high seas, several submarines slowly surfaced.

"Oh my god!"

The sailor who had been observing the nearby sea was shocked to see the submarine approaching his ship. When he saw the logo on the submarine clearly, he ran to the entertainment room without wasting a moment.

"Mr. Moshi, a large number of submarines are approaching us. In less than half an hour, we will be surrounded."

"Submarine? How is that possible? Vaughn doesn't have such authority!"

Mo Xi's hand, which was pouring the wine, paused for a moment, and the orange-red wine flowed down the wall of the glass and gathered into a pool on the table.

"It really is a submarine. There is also the emblem of the Royal Family of F on it."

Submarines are recognized as strategic weapons in the military. Because their research and development requires high-intensity and comprehensive industrial capabilities, only a few countries are able to design and produce them on their own. Also, because they are stealth vehicles that can evade sonar monitoring, even someone as powerful as Vaughn does not have the power to privately own or mobilize them at will.

"The royal family? I never thought that even after inheriting the throne for so many years, Queen Wengeri is still so wary of this duke that she can even call on submarines for him."

Mo Xi smiled bitterly. If there were no submarine, he might be able to successfully cross the high seas if he tried his best. But now... it might be difficult to cross the sea line in front of him.

the other side.

"Keene, tell them to clear the route to the Andaman coast."

"Locks, send a message to Tang Enmu and tell him... Mom will have dinner with them tomorrow night."

Vaughn glanced at the watch on his wrist. There were still twenty-eight hours left. Well, that should be enough.

"Boss, the person you wanted is here."

Asim put away the phone and looked at Vaughn.

"Just have someone send it over."

"Yes."

In the underground garage, a black van that had just stopped drove out again before it could even shut down. In the car, a woman with messy hair, limp limbs, and a whining sound was surrounded by several strong men, not for anything else, but because she couldn't sit there independently.

royal palace.

"Aren't you afraid that Vaughn will take advantage of this opportunity to directly take control of the submarine?"

Shaq leaned sideways with his arms propped up and his upper body bare, looking at Wengeri, whose cheeks were slightly red, and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch her chin.

"If he wants it... then give it to him. He doesn't even care about the throne. He doesn't care about a small submarine."

Wengeri pulled the quilt that was slipping down a little, and her tired body moved slightly in the quilt.

"That's right. If he wants it, it doesn't matter if he gives me this position. This way, you can be with me, and we don't have to be separated from each other like we are now, and endure the pain of missing each other."

Shaq looked at the crown that symbolized the royal family with dissatisfaction.

"Don't even think about it. Even if I didn't have my current status, I would still be a high and mighty princess. I would never follow you and become a nameless and statusless woman."

Wengeri murmured with her eyes closed. She was really tired. In the past few days, she had to stabilize the turmoil caused by Duke Vaughan's serious injury during the day, and deal with the seemingly caring temptations from various countries. At night, she had to wash herself clean and deliver herself to the mouth of a big bad wolf, and be eaten until not even a bone was left.

"Wengerli, are you going to settle accounts with me? But how do I remember... it seems that you are the one who has been refusing to give me a clear identity all these years?"

Although the country where Shak lived was not large in area, it was rich in gold and jade mines. Although his father loved his people, he was also lustful, which led to his many children killing each other for the throne. His mother was one of them who died in vain.

The old king, whose body was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, died of illness five years ago. Shaq has been in power but has never sat on the throne because he knows that once he sits on it, he will lose his current freedom, and this is not what he wants.

"Hmm? Uh-huh... I'm so tired and sleepy."

Wengeri turned over listlessly and faced away from Shaq.

"Wengerli..."

Shaq hugged her from behind and rubbed her shoulders with the slight stubble on his chin.

"itch."

Wengeri's sleepiness seemed to dissipate a little after he touched her.

"Itchy? What about this?"

Shaq's kisses fell on her closely, leaving her no chance to resist.

-

"Mr. Moshi, the Andaman Sea is just ahead."

"Andaman Sea? He did it on purpose... Vaughn, I finally lost to you..."