Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 166

"Someone bought the company."

The lad standing by the door of a dark room called at a man who was seated on a big and elevated single seater. The face and body proportion of the man were towards the window. His back to the lad.

"So I heard "

The husky and unclear voice of the man came.

"He is a young man. More like a boy. About my age."

"Get to point."

The man seemed impatient.

"He has the board members locked away in the busy hall."

"You mean the detention room?"

The lad nodded as though the man could see him. When he realised that no words came after the nod, he made words,

"Yes."

There was a brief silence again. Such silence that says, 'continue'.

"He asked me... and I told him what the group really represent. I told him the main business of the group and he flared up. I think he's too pure to understand how the world works around here. Perhaps he needs time to get used to things."

There was the usual pause. As though the lad was expecting an approval from the man.

"That's all I came to say. Perhaps he is someone we should worry about. He doesn't seem ordinary. And since you founded the group, it's important that you are filled in on the detail."

"It's strange that Colton never listens to me anymore."

The voice of man seemed to clear out for a while. It was as though his emotions got a better side of him.

"Did he have to sell the group even after my words? He must think he's something now that he has made a name for himself."

The brief silence which came this time was quite harsh and choking. The lad threw his face down as though the man was staring at him.

"I should shake him... at least for two days. That way he would know that he had no right whatsoever to forget his source."

The man made a weird sound in hus throttle. At the sound, the lad turned back to the door to make a leave. Even though his questions were unanswered, he couldn't stay after the sound which was made. It seemed like the sound was more of a signal.

"Denzel."

The man called and the lad turned.

"Do not get worked up because of the lad. Let's give him sometime. Then we'll be able to determine what and what not to do to him. And the talk of being unusual. No ordinary or sane person would purchase the BMX group."

Denzel bowed. He was about to turn again when the man called,

"I didn't raise you to be this cruel, my son. It wss natural for the lad to be worked up after he heard such a heinous crime. Every human being should."

Denzel didn't know what to say to the addition of the man.

"But that's by the way. Keep a close watch on the lad. You might have a lot to learn from him."

"How about the source of his wealth, should I look into it too?"

The man scoffed at Denzel's question. When the sound came out, it sounded robotic.

"Leave that to me. Look into the yacht that was supposed to return from the East Sea. It's been two days and those fools are yet to be seen. I'm more worried about my investment."

She yelled, trying all she could to rip Elisa's cloth, or at least exert her rage any manner she could think of.

"This bitch..."

Elisa grabbed Evelyn's hand and would yank it off.

"Me a bitch? Did you just call me a bitch?!"

Evelyn let go of Elisa's cloth and fisted Elisa's hair in her hands, pulling at its root ruthlessly.

Elisa couldn't remain seated. If she did, she wouldn't only lose her hair but her head to the raging Evelyn. Evelyn was acting like a tiger whose cub was stolen.

Elisa tried to push body up, trying to fight Evelyn off, but the latter got fiercer and ruthless.

"Damien do something... do something."

Damien was stunned at how quickly Elsia dropped the formalities and called him by his name. Just because of a kiss they shared?

"Don't just stand there you... arrghhh... my hair... this witch."

"Me a witch?"

Damien wanted to keep enjoying the show. He never thought that Evelyn could be so feisty, let alone watch her fight. It was exhilarating and beautiful to watch. But there was pain being inflected on someone else at the moment.

Damien stepped in at last. He grabbed Evelyn from behind, wrapping his arms around her. When he pressed his hard but warm body to her back, whose heat travelled through the cloth, Evelyn slowly lost the will to fight.

She finally let go of Elisa, at Damien's touch. The touch and warmth were familiar, bringing back memories.

She turned away from Elisa who was still panting, trying to get her old self back. She turned in his arms, looking up at him. Her gaze tender and mild. Yet hot and demanding. But pale and sweaty.