Chapter 362: Apologize One by One
The mood was heavy as the ladies stood in grief. Their expressions were grim, eyes swollen from crying, but the sound of a frivolous voice broke the silence. They turned around, and there stood a man from India.
Alice's temper flared instantly. She was about to launch herself at him, fists flying, with the intent to throw him into the sea as shark bait. But Queenie, ever the composed one, stopped her, her calm voice laced with authority. "Let me handle this," she said, before stepping forward with purposeful strides.
Queenie had become more distant and aloof since becoming a cultivator. She exuded an air of confidence and power, and when she reached the man, instead of attacking him as the others might have expected, she grabbed his hood by the ear with an iron grip.
"You bastard, come here. Apologize!" she commanded, her cold eyes locking onto the man's.
With a swift yank, Queenie pulled him toward the group, forcing him to stand straight in front of them. "Apologize, one by one," she ordered, her voice unwavering.
The girls, still in a state of disbelief, stared at the man, confused. "Bastard?" Queenie's words left them perplexed, until a sneer played on her lips. She yanked off his hood, revealing a familiar face. It was none other than John.
The air shifted as realization spread across the group. Their expressions shifted from confusion to surprise, and then, inevitably, joy. The fact that John was alive caused a wave of relief to wash over them, though they quickly masked their emotions with a mix of exasperation and anger.
John, ever the charmer, gave an awkward smile and shrugged. "Haha, you guys are so smart, you figured it out!" he said, trying to brush off the awkwardness.
"Shut up!" Queenie's voice cut through the air sharply, and her gaze became even colder. "I'm not in the mood for jokes."
John didn't want to add more fuel to the fire, but his inability to keep a straight face only made the situation worse. As he looked at the girls, their eyes filled with relief, but there was no mistaking the anger that lingered.
"Apologize," Queenie said sternly, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him expectantly.
John sighed. He could already feel the heat of her gaze. He stood up a little straighter. "I'm sorry, Queenie. I'm sorry, Tracy..." His voice carried sincerity, but his usual nonchalant tone still lingered.