She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 310

His voice rose with fear, sharp in the sealed silence.

Loyce stopped three steps away. A searchlight swept past the window, bleaching half her face white. Blood specks stood out like red ink on snow. Her eyes didn’t ripple with anger or shame—only a bottomless, winter-cold stillness.

A quiet, icy laugh escaped her.

“Hypocrisy?” The Ace of Spades stilled between her fingers. Instead of answering directly, she stepped closer, the old shoes knocking softly like a countdown.

“Buck flies my flag,” Loyce said, calm and heavy. “If you fly my flag, you follow my rules. I sell weapons—and I sell the rules that keep you breathing.”

Gavin didn’t know anything about how the sea really worked. The roles had flipped completely; now he was the one trying to stall, trying to find a crack to escape through. He swallowed. “What rules?”

Loyce tilted her head as if studying a child who’d missed a lesson, her gaze almost amused—and faintly, chillingly, pitying. She didn’t mind playing with her prey a little longer.

“Rule one: no touching ships under UN protection, Red Cross transports, or certain international medical orgs.”

Her fingertip tapped the pool table edge in a steady rhythm. “Rule two: no touching women-and-children transports or humanitarian aid runs.”

“Rule three: take cargo, not lives—unless you meet resistance. And what counts as resistance…” Her eyes sharpened. “I decide.”

With every rule, Gavin’s face drained paler. None of this was in the stories. The dark web only whispered that X sold top-tier weapons, fair pricing, unknown background. Nobody talked about the rules.

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