NovelEnglishBeck trailed a few paces behind Maja, taking the opportunity to fill Dylan in on the news that Cynthia, the woman imprisoned on
the island, was still alive. Dylan's expression was a mix of surprise and concern as he rasped a warning.
"Keep a close eye on her."
By 'her’, he meant Maja.
"Don't worry, Dylan," Beck reassured, waving him off before hastening to catch up with Maja.
The man standing beside Dylan crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"Is she really your sister?"
The awkward tension between the two was far from familial.
Dylan let out a sigh, considering his own checkered past. The fact that she wasn't cursing him out was a stroke of luck in itself.
"The Olsons really don't care about what's on that island?"
The man beside him was Abner, who had also caught wind of the secrets buried on the island through his collaboration with the
Sanders.
His eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm not as ambitious."
"But you've got people to protect, haven't you? You've seen the laboratories on that island. No one knows what they're
researching, or when something might hit someone you care about. The Olsons have a stake in Windhelm and across North
America. Those looking to bring you down will naturally target your loved ones. My father was powerful, and now he's bedridden.
Who knows who the next victim of this poison will be?"
Forbidden Island had caused such a stir because it harbored international contraband pills. With ongoing research, the fear was
palpable: had those illegal substances leaked out?
Everyone was on edge, desperate to uncover the island's sinister truths.
Abner seemed persuaded by this argument, leaning back casually against the wall.
"The Olsons will continue to provide firepower support, but I'm not joining your little adventure."
That was all Dylan needed.
He reached out a hand, his face breaking into a smile.
"The woman under your protection must be very lucky."
To outsiders, Abner was ruthless, having clawed his way to power over the bones of others. Yet, recent interactions had shown
Dylan a different side of him.
Clearly, the frequent texts from a certain lady brought out Abner's brighter moments.
When Abner was named, those who did so wished for him to survive hell.
At Dylan's comment, Abner's face twitched with an uncomfortable flash.
Maja and Beck arrived at the island's underground chamber by helicopter. The place was swarming with international agents
meticulously combing through the area. The chamber was heavily guarded, layers of security inside and out.
Surveying the devastation, Maja grimaced. Even forewarned, the sight of the charred remains and scattered limbs hanging from
trees was jarring. Several clean-up attempts had been made, yet remnants of the destruction littered the landscape.
War was brutal.
Remembering the passionate faces now silenced in death weighed heavily on her.
Beck stood beside her, taking a deep breath and nearly retching.
"The stench of death is everywhere. The day after you left, international teams arrived in droves to deal with the bodies, stacking
them as high as a house. Whoever set off those bombs, it was ruthless."
The island's natives were nothing but livestock, bred by powerful families, never knowing the outside world. They dreamed of
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmchanging their destiny but remained a joke to their last.
Beck pulled out a sanitizing wipe, took Maja's hand, and began cleaning her fingers.
"If you're not feeling up to it, we can head back right now."
"Beck, | need to say something to my mother."
Knowing Maja's stubbornness, Beck conceded.
When they reached the underground chamber, they found the woman sitting quietly on the bed.
Her world had always been silent, devoid of sound unless that man spoke.
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