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"I'll make it back alive."

With those words, lan directed his companions to find a safe and secluded spot, leaving a few to watch over Oliver.

Oliver sat there; as the tension got the better of him, he couldn't help but blurt out a warning:

"Look, there's this guy named Robin Bradshaw, who is from the Bradshaw clan over on Inner Island. We're on good terms, so if you sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

run into any trouble you can't handle, maybe he can throw you a bone. But lettell you straight, you've been to Inner Island. You

know those families are nothing but a bunch of self-serving sharks. You're bound to hit a wall of trouble there. And your girl, if she's

just average, maybe she'll slide under the radar. But if she's a knockout? They won't let her be, trust me."

lan's gaze turned icy, sending Oliver stumbling a few steps back in fear.

"What are you glaring atfor? You know the drill. The social ladder's been set in stone for ages. Those big family folks do as they

please, and no one bats an eye. They're law unto themselves. To them, any woman with a hint of beauty's just a potential

mistress."

Harsh as it was, Oliver was merely stating the bitter truth.

For centuries on Forbidden Island, wealth had stayed in the hands of the sfew, with no way for the common folk to climb the

ranks.

The powers that be wouldn't have it any other way. After all, they needed these people to keep the island running, even if it meant

selling their souls.

lan loaded his gun with a steady stream of bullets.

those elites panicked when you showed up

like this in a hundred years. Whether it's your wealth,

you've got something that makes the common folk want

a new dynasty, and

arrogant big shots wouldn't

at his gun, contemplating his next move. He had to

saying, "lan, I'll wait for you

leave this godforsaken island."

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