NovelTrueChapter 1826
Ariana knew that even though she hadnt been around, Holden had been handling things well, and her company
was thriving.
Just then, another message from Randell appeared.
Mr.
Fredrick askedto slowly ease you back into work so that you wont get bored.
As soon as Ariana read it, she understood Holdens intentions.
It wasnt boredom he was worried about.
He didnt want her mind wandering, worrying too much.
He was making sure she stayed busy... Holden wasnt just dealing with the Fredrick Group and the matter of
Melon-he was managing her company, too.
Ariana was touched by Holdens actions. Alright, | understand, she replied.
She then started reviewing the documents Randell had sent, feeling a shift in her mood.
The work gave her a sense of focus again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA month had passed.
Over a hundred kilometers from Eleymond, an isolated island lay hidden from the world, heavily guarded by men
draped in shirts patterned with green swirls.
Their uniforms werent just for protection; they mirrored the islands natural beauty.
Despite its remote location, the island boasted stunning beaches, and the green designs on their shirts made it
feel more like a retreat.
The guards were also wearing such shirts to suit their boss taste.
Suddenly, the stillness of the villa in the center of the island was shattered as a man in a red shirt ran out of the
gate, his voice sharp as he yelled, Boss! Unlike the other guards on patrol, this man was Zaydens trusted
confidant.
He sprinted as though his life depended on it, gripping a crumpled note in his sweaty palm.
The island stretched endlessly before him, but he didnt slow down.
His red shirt flapped in the wind as he dashed toward the dock.
Just as the boat by the shore was about to set off, he shouted, Boss! Hold on! Zayden sat in his wheelchair,
wearing a bold leopard-print shirt.
His hair was slicked back, shining under the sun, while he lazily sipped from a coconut through a straw.
At the sound of his subordinates frantic voice, Zayden signaled to the boatman to stop.
He turned to the man.
Whats got you running like a madman? Boss... the man gasped.
His legs wobbled, his voice rough from yelling.
Ive got something important to tell you.
Zayden frowned but kept sipping his drink. Then, say it, he muttered, clearly annoyed.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the man shakily handed over a folded piece of paper, his head lowered in fear.
This... Moss said you need to buy everything on this list.
Zayden snatched the note, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the mans trembling hands.
Why are you shaking? Im not going to kill you or anything.
Boss, youll understand when you read it, the man replied.
Zaydens irritation grew, his expression hardening.
With a dismissive wave, he grumbled, Get out of my face.
Youre bothering me.
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