"So why did you suddenly call me back?"
Ian had already changed back into men's clothes. His short blond hair fell over his forehead, and with his colored contacts removed, his eyes gleamed emerald green. He sat impatiently on the edge of the bed while the maid shook her head in disapproval.
"Young master, the situation is critical. It would be safer for you to keep dressing as a woman. Besides, don't you quite enjoy it?"
"Enjoying cross-dressing and being forced to cross-dress are two different things." Ian lay on the bed. "Any hobby becomes annoying once it turns into work."
He rolled over, then sat up again with his brows tightly furrowed. "So Father sent another message?"
"Yes." At this, the maid's expression grew noticeably solemn.
"According to the intelligence the colonel received, foreign spies have already boarded the ship and begun investigating your identity. Although we've always done a good job keeping your identity confidential, we can't rule out the possibility that some identifying features have leaked."
"So we'd better stay in the room," the maid urged.
"But do you remember what most of the guests came aboard this cruise ship for?"
Ian stood up and explained clearly, "Mother once said that the tallest tree draws the strongest wind. The best way to hide a drop of water is to let it merge into the sea."
He walked over to the ship's floor-to-ceiling window and pushed it open. A cool sea breeze rushed into his face.
"So the best camouflage is to treat myself as a tourist." He turned back and asked,
"Or do you think someone who stays in their room all the time wouldn't attract their attention?"
The maid fell silent.
"Those people are practically hunting dogs that have caught the scent of meat," Ian remarked.