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

when something might hit someone you care about. The Olsons have a stake in

target your loved ones. My father was powerful, and now he's

victim

had caused such a stir because it harbored international contraband pills. With ongoing research, the

illegal

desperate to uncover the island's

seemed persuaded by this argument, leaning back

Olsons will continue to provide firepower support,

all Dylan

hand, his

protection must be very

was ruthless, having clawed his way to power over the bones of others. Yet, recent interactions

a different side

a certain lady brought out

did so wished for him to

comment, Abner's face twitched

the island's underground chamber by helicopter. The

chamber was heavily guarded, layers of security inside

the devastation, Maja grimaced. Even forewarned, the sight of the

jarring. Several clean-up attempts had been made, yet remnants of

War was brutal.

the passionate faces now silenced

her, taking a deep breath

the bodies, stacking Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

high as a house. Whoever

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

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