Beck 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.

"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

hit someone you care about.

Those looking to bring you down will naturally target your loved ones.

who the next victim of

had caused such a stir because it harbored

those illegal

was on edge, desperate to uncover the island's

persuaded by this argument,

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all Dylan

hand, his face

under your protection

ruthless, having clawed his way to power over the bones of

a different side of

frequent texts from a certain lady brought out Abner's brighter

was named, those who did so wished

comment, Abner's face

island's underground chamber by helicopter. The place was swarming with international

chamber was heavily guarded, layers of security inside and

the sight of the charred remains and scattered limbs

had been made, yet remnants of

War was brutal.

faces now silenced in death weighed heavily

beside her, taking a deep breath

you left, international teams arrived in droves to deal with the bodies, stacking Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website

as a house. Whoever set off those bombs,

natives were nothing but livestock, bred by powerful families, never knowing the outside world. They dreamed

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