Chapter 213
When Jason saw the two of them, he was so excited. “Oh my goodness, I finally found you!” He knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, which puzzled Cynthia.
The assistant director was tearing too. “Clifford said that if we can’t find you, he’ll send all of us to Zimloo to film a documentary.” Actually, for the past two days, although the live room was manipulated and streaming normally, they couldn’t overcome the technical barriers to tracking the location
They couldn’t determine where the two were from the livestream footage. They could only guess that they had floated to some island. But with countless small islands scattered like stars, finding them wouldn’t be easy.
As everyone was feeling overwhelmed, running around like headless chickens, the live room screen suddenly went completely black. The hope that the production crew had just gotten was instantly extinguished. Nobody knew which bigwig was playing a prank behind all this.
However, just a few hours later, Jason got a location directly sent to his phone. This location was where the mysterious island was situated. Surprisingly, this island was located right between Devil Island and Angel Island, very close to both.
Oddly, this island didn’t show up on any satellite maps. People weren’t even aware of its existence. So while the crew searched for many places, they had never visited the nearest island.
Cynthia was taken aback when she saw Preston. The once sunny and cheerful guy had completely changed. The bright smile that used to light up his face was gone, replaced by a gloomy and despondent expression,
He had become so thin that his cheeks appeared hollow. When he saw Cynthia, he didn’t run up to her like before, calling her name. Instead, he stayed at the farthest corner of the crowd By the time Cynthia realized, he was already out of sight.
Cynthia felt that Preston must have gone through something. She had a pretty good idea of what it might be. Sometimes, growing up happened in a moment.
Cynthia and Jonathan released the rabbits they had caught and finally left the island. As the little wooden hut disappeared from view, she felt a slight reluctance.
It wasn’t just about leaving this place. Cynthia understood that the peaceful life was gone. Stepping out meant entering the chaotic hustle of the world–a battlefield for survival among humans.
Cynthia turned to look at Jonathan. He still had a mild fever and was asleep on her shoulder. In his sleep, he looked like a child, with long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
His hand was still tightly holding hers. Even if Cynthia moved a little, his grip would instinctively tighten, even in sleep.
Cynthia gently touched Jonathan’s chin and said, “Sleep, I’ll always be by your side. She also took a nap, and when she woke up, they had already arrived in Betrico
The Bennett family had their private airstrip. After they landed, convoy was parked outside. A man in a suit, wearing white gloves, approached.
“Sir, Clifford has asked me to bring you back home.” Cynthia followed Jonathan into a stretch limousine. In the car, Cynthia sat quietly, with her back straight.
Jonathan found it amusing. “Why are you so nervous?”
Cynthia was indeed a bit anxious, and she glanced at him. “Where exactly are we going?”
“To meet my parents, Jonathan joked.
The driver had just mentioned they were heading back home, which made Cynthia worried. Hearing Jonathan say it made
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her even more nervolls Gay’t we just not go?”
“Why? You already agreed to marry me. Jonathan’s expression turned serious. “You aren’t backing out on me this quickly. are you?”
Cynthia said, “Could L. Maybe change my mind?”
“Not.” Jonathan grabbed Cynthia’s hand. “You have no chance of leaving me.”
Cynthia’s palms were ice–cold. “But, I’m not ready yet.”
Cynthia had met Susanna. She was a kind and gentle lady. But Clifford was a legendary figure, a notable name in history
books.
Clifford started from nothing. Initially, he got into shipping, growing from a small cargo boat to a maritime empire. During the economic boom, he moved to real estate, quickly becoming the richest man in Betrico within just a few years.
If his story ended there, he would just be a successful businessman, not a legend. Clifford’s life wasn’t only about business. He was invited several times to attend military parades.
During times of international aid war, he worked tirelessly to send supplies to the front lines, making a significant contribution to the victory then. After the war, he shifted his focus to building bridges and roads, which were dedicated to developing the country’s economy.
And even as many businesses thrived, he generously donated them to the nation. He was also committed to charity. establishing numerous children’s foundations around the world.
Besides charity work, he dedicated himself to fighting international terrorist organizations, eliminating many once- menacing global threats, like the self–proclaimed “Red Moon“. Because of this, he was often received by top leaders both at home and abroad.
It was fair to say he was more than just a businessman. He was a great figure. Cynthia couldn’t help but feel deep respect and admiration for such a person.
Jonathan had already seen through Cynthia’s thoughts. He reassured her, “My father might be stern and unsmiling, but he’s not difficult to get along with. Just answer his questions honestly when he asks.
This didn’t quite reassure Cynthia, but there was no choice. Eventually, the car drove into the Bennett residence.
This was downtown Betrico, right next to the old palace. As soon as she entered the front yard, Cynthia sensed a difference. In this prime location, it was like stepping into a garden.
There was a fountain and a winding creek. The creek was crystal clear, ending at a small waterfall nestled against the hills. Inside the creek were various fish, shrimp, water plants, and beautiful stones.
Following the winding creek, one could see some beautiful statues, with lush flowers and trees interwoven, like an ancient picture. After passing through the front yard, they finally reached the main villa.
In a traditional style, it had eaves and artistic beams, with classic brickwork, exuding an ancient charm. Inside, however, it was modern and sleek, with floor–to–ceiling windows everywhere Yet, rows of antique shelves and rare masterpieces on the walls showcased the family’s heritage and luxury.
The butler saw the two of them and quickly approached. “Sir, M. Jones, you’re finally here. Clifford is waiting for you in the study room. The two followed the butler to the study.
Clifford was deep in thought over a chessboard in the study. Clifford, they have arrived, the butler announced. However, Clifford seemed not to hear, still absorbed in the chessboard.
The butler discreetly left. Jonathan took Cynthia’s hand and led her inside.
