NovelEnglishK tapped his fingers in the air, a subtle gesture aimed at the person beside him.
"Where's Quentin?"
"His stepdad pulled him away. The whole Forbidden Island is in chaos, and that man is furious. Whatever punishment Mr. Gellar has
in store for him, it's probably going to be..."
That man was ruthless, and he wouldn't let Quentin off the hook.
Quentin had lent a hand to lan and Maja, and now the island was in disarray.
K's lips tightened slightly. "Find out what's happening with Quentin."
"Right away."
Quentin needed to be stopped from causing further chaos. Otherwise, lan and Maja might actually make a break for it.
K was no longer sure of their exact whereabouts. He had people searching for Patric's location, but Patric wasn't with Maja.
He had promised to bring Maja to Patric.
But with Quentin meddling, and the influence of others creeping in, K was feeling the strain.
Unless that man got in touch with him.
As if on cue, his phone rang.
A deep voice cthrough from the other end.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Quentin told lan about the tunnels location. The exit is about fifty meters above sea level; it's a spot prone to accidents."
K raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile forming.
The man on the line was Quentin's stepfather, and it seemed he had caught on to Quentin's antics.
Now that the lifesaving tunnel's secret was out, what other secrets did Forbidden Island hold?
"How's Quentin?"
"Paying the price."
As for what that punishment was, no one really knew.
The man, in his fifties, hung up after listening to a servant's report.
"Mr. Gellar has passed out. Do we continue?"
If they went through with it all, Quentin could die.
"Continue."
The man's voice was devoid of mercy, his eyes cold.
"He chose this path."
The servant bowed their head, saying no more.
The man entered a nearby surveillance room and activated the cameras hidden throughout Forbidden Island.
This private network of cameras, known only to him, recorded every move of a woman trapped within.
If lan were here, he'd recognize her.
It was Cynthia.
The walls of Cynthia's subterranean cell were lined with over a thousand cameras.
Apart from a semblance of privacy in the restroom, she was constantly under watch.
The man's fingers caressed the screen, his eyes frosty.
Those youngsters daring to break in here deserved to be punished.
His lips curled into a cold sneer, and he reached for the intercom.
"Cynthia."
His voice, identical to the one in the underground cell, confirmed he was the one keeping Cynthia captive.
Cynthia herself sat quietly on the bed, blind and deaf to her surroundings.
But she could hear his voice, precisely the sound projected through the microphone.
Embedded deep within her body was a special device.
The woman, who showed no reaction to lan and Maja's presence, now looked up, her head turning in all directions.
Knowing better than to respond, she lay back down, her expression inscrutable.
"Cynthia, tfor dinner."
She didn't respond, just leaned against the wall.
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Cynthia had resisted at first, had begged, but after all these years, she was still in this hopeless place.
It was futile. This was her life now.
She would never see, never see her daughter again.
After so much tin isolation, without conversation, she had nearly forgotten how to form complex sentences.
Now she could only utter the simplest phrases, as if her language skills had regressed.
She was aware of recent visitors to the basement, but after countless attempts, countless hopes of escape met with despair, she
had learned her lesson.
After each failed attempt, the man would remind her of how many times she had tried to run.
To date, it was exactly ten thousand.
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