Shirley Thorne wasn't sure how to score her masterful performance.
Either way, she was incredibly confident, feeling it deserved more than a ninety, if not quite a perfect score.
Meredith Rowan was a true master of disguise. It was impossible to read any emotion on her face, so Shirley couldn't tell whether she had bought the act or not.
But whether Meredith believed her or not, the show was over. All she could do now was leave it to fate.
In any case, in this fishing game, she and the big shot billionaire were the ones holding the rods.
Night had fallen, and Pyralia was still in the midst of a major power outage.
To supply power to the villa area, Ian Hollis had already prepared generators.
As for communications, there was still no signal.
Ethan Grant wanted to let the line out a little longer.
As for the ones he'd already caught, he planned to detain them one by one, ensuring not a single scrap of information got out.
"What kind of shitty signal is this! Son of a bitch!"
