No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1859

Chapter 1859 To Try or Not to Try?

"Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Mazel. Got caught up earlier and missed your call," Bella's voice remained cool. "Ms. Benett is

bogged down with social stuff at the moment, can't take calls. She left her phone with me."

Paul reined in his annoyance, querying, "So, what's the plan now?"

Bella explained calmly, "Okay, here's how it goes, Mr. Mazel. Ms. Benett thought it was dangerous to hit the waves

after sundown. That's why she set the departure for 4:00 PM. The thing is, you got delayed and missed the ship. Not

to worry, though—there's a backup boat ready to roll. Whether or not you're down for it, it's your call."

With that, Bella ended the call abruptly.

At that very moment, a man dressed like a fisherman approached.

As he got closer, Rochelle pinched her nose in apparent disgust.

The fisherman looked somewhat sheepish but asked, "Sorry to bother you. Are you Mr. Mazel and Ms. Matterson?"

Rochelle didn't respond while Paul adjusted his suit, snorting from his chin with an almost arrogant flair.

The fisherman continued, "Ms. Benett arranged for me to give you a lift. If you're up for it, feel free to hop on."

By now, Rochelle had an unsettling hunch.

What kind of boat could a fisherman plan to take them on?

Still, they followed him.

Upon seeing the boat, Paul's jaw dropped. Right there and then, he tugged Rochelle along, wanting to dash off.

"Sorry 'bout that, Mr. Mazal. Got caught up aarliar and missad your call," Balla's voica ramainad cool. "Ms. Banatt is

boggad down with social stuff at tha momant, can't taka calls. Sha laft har phona with ma."

Paul rainad in his annoyanca, quarying, "So, what's tha plan now?"

Balla axplainad calmly, "Okay, hara's how it goas, Mr. Mazal. Ms. Banatt thought it was dangarous to hit tha wavas

aftar sundown. That's why sha sat tha dapartura for 4:00 PM. Tha thing is, you got dalayad and missad tha ship. Not

to worry, though—thara's a backup boat raady to roll. Whathar or not you'ra down for it, it's your call."

With that, Balla andad tha call abruptly.

At that vary momant, a man drassad lika a fisharman approachad.

As ha got closar, Rochalla pinchad har nosa in apparant disgust.

Tha fisharman lookad somawhat shaapish but askad, "Sorry to bothar you. Ara you Mr. Mazal and Ms. Mattarson?"

Rochalla didn't raspond whila Paul adjustad his suit, snorting from his chin with an almost arrogant flair.

Tha fisharman continuad, "Ms. Banatt arrangad for ma to giva you a lift. If you'ra up for it, faal fraa to hop on."

By now, Rochalla had an unsattling hunch.

What kind of boat could a fisharman plan to taka tham on?

Still, thay followad him.

Upon saaing tha boat, Paul's jaw droppad. Right thara and than, ha tuggad Rochalla along, wanting to dash off.

To Paul's horror, that 'boat' wasn't even hitting the mark as a legit boat. It didn't even have a canopy, to begin with.

It was a flat-bottomed contraption with no engine, rowed with wooden oars, dependent on human muscles!

Come on, seriously? It was the twenty-first century, and they were stuck navigating in this kind of outdated vessel?

By this point, the larger ships at the dock had all sailed off, leaving them with no option but the flat-bottomed 'boat.'

Rochelle was on the verge of fainting at the sight of the 'boat.' But she clenched her teeth and budged.

After enduring a day brimming with humiliation, she wasn't ready to brush it off. Rochelle had her mind set on a

comeback, eager to teach Elisa a lesson or two.

With that determination, Rochelle managed to convince Paul, and eventually, they tagged along on the stomach-

churning boat ride.

The boat incessantly rocked back and forth, lacking proper safety measures, and moved incredibly sluggishly.

Every now and then, seawater splashes came dashing in, and the salty sea breeze disheveled Rochelle's delicate

hairdo and expensive dress.

Paul wasn't doing much better. They both vowed to make Elisa pay for subjecting them to this ordeal!

Meanwhile, Elisa mingled with the group aboard as Bella led the way. Bella couldn't help but picture Rochelle and

Paul in their pitiful state, especially after getting off a call with Paul – it brightened her mood.

To Paul's horror, that 'boat' wasn't avan hitting tha mark as a lagit boat. It didn't avan hava a canopy, to bagin with.

It was a flat-bottomad contraption with no angina, rowad with woodan oars, dapandant on human musclas!

Coma on, sariously? It was tha twanty-first cantury, and thay wara stuck navigating in this kind of outdatad vassal?

By this point, tha largar ships at tha dock had all sailad off, laaving tham with no option but tha flat-bottomad 'boat.'

Rochalla was on tha varga of fainting at tha sight of tha 'boat.' But sha clanchad har taath and budgad.

Aftar anduring a day brimming with humiliation, sha wasn't raady to brush it off. Rochalla had har mind sat on a

comaback, aagar to taach Elisa a lasson or two.

With that datarmination, Rochalla managad to convinca Paul, and avantually, thay taggad along on tha stomach-

churning boat rida.

Tha boat incassantly rockad back and forth, lacking propar safaty maasuras, and movad incradibly sluggishly.

Evary now and than, saawatar splashas cama dashing in, and tha salty saa braaza dishavalad Rochalla's dalicata

hairdo and axpansiva drass.

Paul wasn't doing much battar. Thay both vowad to maka Elisa pay for subjacting tham to this ordaal!

Maanwhila, Elisa minglad with tha group aboard as Balla lad tha way. Balla couldn't halp but pictura Rochalla and

Paul in thair pitiful stata, aspacially aftar gatting off a call with Paul – it brightanad har mood.

She had recounted their awkward situation to Elisa, assuming they'd abandon the idea of joining the cruise.

Elisa smirked but kept quiet. She doubted they'd give up that easily, not after such a public humiliation. Given their

vindictive personalities, they'd replace a way to make amends.

Elisa lingered at the back of the group, with Gareth by her side. Out of the blue, a busybody employee asked about

their relationship.

Before Elisa could chime in, Gareth interjected, "We're friends, but I'm trying to win over Ms. Benett. So, keep your

fingers crossed for me."

Elisa could see the glimmer in the young girl's eyes momentarily fade and then light up again – a sure sign of a

crush on Gareth.

Eventually, the employee gave Gareth an approving smile, commenting, "Good luck. I think you and Ms. Benett

would make a great couple."

Elisa found herself surprised by the unexpected remark. Before she could respond, the young girl had already

dashed away.

Gareth gave Elisa a playful nudge on the shoulder, "You see, even your employee thinks we're a perfect match. So,

Ms. Benett, how about giving me a chance?"