The man looked at her without answering right away, as if weighing her intentions.
"You're willing to help us?" he finally asked.
Wendy nodded. "Where are you headed? I have a boat—I can give you a ride."
"What's your angle?" The man narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his face as he subtly scanned their surroundings.
In a situation like this, a lone woman showing up in a speedboat and offering help out of nowhere…
No matter how you looked at it, something felt off.
For all he knew, she might have accomplices nearby, luring him into a trap.
"I don't have any ulterior motive," Wendy said quickly.
The moment the words left her mouth, she realized she'd answered poorly. The man's gaze grew even more guarded, and he instinctively pulled his younger brother a step back.
"…Fine. I'll be honest," Wendy added. "I like the gold pendant around your neck. If you're willing to give it to me, I'll take you wherever you want to go."
