The Knife Hidden Beneath Patience
Forty minutes later, a helicopter smoothly landed on the helipad.
This auxiliary island had been developed into a resort.
The resort was about 150 kilometers from the main island, with each hotel built separately, offering complete privacy.
The island's amenities were top-notch, and the scenery here was even more breathtaking than the main island's.
The deep blue sea stretched to meet the distant horizon, creating a beautiful tapestry where the sky and ocean blended together.
As Cynthia stepped off the helicopter, she surveyed her surroundings. A few yachts were docked near the shore, and further out, there were a few seaplanes at the docking stations.
The island wasn't crowded, exuding a sense of seclusion and peacefulness.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the strands of hair at the back of her head.
She lazily raised a hand, using her fingers to catch the stray strands of hair.
As she turned her head, the corner of her eye caught sight of two figures not far away.