Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Jackson did not continue to persuade Old Ismay; he simply set down his wine glass quietly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. Old Ismay, however, seemed indifferent to Jackson's reaction. He picked up his own glass and gently swirled it, the liquid creating ripples of golden light within.
"Mr. Jackson, I believe in your abilities," Old Ismay said. "You are a smart man; you should understand that this operation is crucial for us." His tone carried a hint of threat, as if warning Jackson not to question him further.
Jackson took a deep breath, realizing he could no longer remain silent. He had to inform John Morgan about Old Ismay's plan as soon as possible. So, he made an excuse to go out on deck for some fresh air and left Old Ismay's room.
On the deck, laughter and joy filled the air as passengers walked and danced, enjoying the luxury and comfort that the Titanic provided. But Jackson was not in the mood to appreciate any of it; Old Ismay's sinister smile kept flashing in his mind, filling him with unease and worry.
He walked to the edge of the ship, gazing out at the distant sea, trying to calm himself. Just then, he noticed a figure approaching him.
"Mr. Jackson, what are you doing here?" It was Frank, John Morgan's personal secretary.
"Mr. Frank, I need to talk to you about something," Jackson said quietly.
Frank nodded and led Jackson to a secluded corner.
"Is something wrong?" Frank asked, his tone tinged with urgency.
"Mr. Old Ismay, he seems to be using the Titanic for something," Jackson whispered, sharing Old Ismay's plan and his concerns with Frank.
Upon hearing Jackson's account, Frank's face immediately showed shock. He pondered for a moment before saying, "I understand. I will report this matter to Mr. John Morgan as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Mr. Frank," Jackson said, his tone filled with hope. He knew that only John Morgan could stop Old Ismay's plan.
After Frank left, Jackson returned to his room alone. He lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep as he constantly thought about Old Ismay's scheme and John Morgan's reaction.
He understood that the time ahead was crucial for him, as he needed to uncover Old Ismay's conspiracy as soon as possible and expose it.
A few minutes later, Frank returned to the room and conveyed John Morgan's instructions to Jackson.
"Mr. John Morgan wants you to remain vigilant and not draw Old Ismay's attention while gathering as much information as possible about Old Ismay's plans," Frank said, his tone serious and cautious.
"I understand," Jackson nodded. He knew the weight of the responsibility he bore; he had to do everything in his power to thwart Old Ismay's conspiracy.
He left the room and walked alone on the deck, aimlessly strolling while contemplating his next steps. How could he discreetly gather information about Old Ismay? How could he capture the key evidence of Old Ismay's plan?
As night fell and stars twinkled, illuminating everyone aboard the Titanic, a lingering shadow hung over Jackson's heart. He knew this was a battle that would determine everyone's fate, and he was up against a cunning, ruthless opponent with boundless power.
Taking a deep breath, he gazed out at the distant sea, firmly believing: he must find Old Ismay's conspiracy, reveal his true nature, and ultimately stop him.
He raised his glass and took a gentle sip, silently saying to himself, "Old Ismay, this game has just begun; let us wait and see."
Comment 0 Comment Count