Chapter 877: Creating a Focal Point
“Mr. Lynch…”
The female manager entered the room and immediately dropped to her knees, her face full of guilt. “On behalf of EveryMoment, I offer our sincerest apologies to you and your companion.”
She bowed, pressing her forehead against the carpet.
Anyone who wasn’t an idiot could tell that something beyond control had been happening on the ship these past few days.
Since they weren’t on their home turf, most of the Federation’s tycoons stayed in their cabins, not daring to leave. Meals, necessities—everything was brought to them.
This made it easier for the captain to control the vessel, but also quietly intensified the psychological pressure on everyone aboard.
Pressure works like the saying the more you hold it in, the angrier you get. Without release, it builds up quickly.
Being trapped in cramped cabins, unwilling or afraid to wander around, only worsened the situation—until it finally boiled over with one young man’s outburst.
His meltdown became a lightning rod for everyone’s stress. From what he yelled at the first mate, many people gathered roughly the same impression: