Compared to Ethan, Wayne was way more of a ruffian.

He didn't adhere to rhyme or reason and only did things based on his mood.

A person like him was way more dangerous because he couldn't be tied down by morals or reason.

He took Olivia to the bedroom.

"You should take a shower. There are clothes for you in the room."

Although Wayne had feelings for Olivia, he wasn't in a rush to do anything.

Tricking her to get her to the island was already unacceptable for her. He wasn't about to do anything more to her for the time being.

Olivia scanned her surroundings. There were some windows and a balcony, but guards stood at their posts below every possible escape route.

Even if she managed to knock out the guard and get to the shore, she wouldn't be able to last too long in the ocean without a mode of transportation.

Wayne had put a lot of effort into crafting this cage for her.

started to think about Stacy, whom she saw in

limbs were chained, and she was trapped in that small room. She had no one to talk to, and all the food she

state for six months. It would take

the same as Neal. He wanted

her cage was the entire island,

to defy or anger Wayne at

know was that

in the air, and there were

news quickly spread to

a talent for playing musical instruments. She was sitting on Ethan's lap as she listened

while playing. Then,

"Mr. Miller..."

started to speak. It caused

I need

own for a bit.

nodded obediently, but she started

back to playing. Both

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