Chapter 233 - Private Butler Team

Laila finally found some peace in her ears, as if the thick fog that had clouded her mind had suddenly cleared. If she were to pinpoint her weaknesses in this lifetime, it would probably be her indulgent mother and doting grandfather. Their love for her was unconditional and pure, so she couldn't possibly betray their love in any way.

"Laila, about that outfit..." Roy suddenly leaned in from behind and whispered in her ear, "Is the one Janet designed the same as the one used in the pirate movie you mentioned?"

He hadn't forgotten about that pirate movie she mentioned earlier. Laila chuckled, "No, it's not."

"That's a shame. I think wearing that kind of outfit for a pirate role would make for a super handsome pirate image." Roy sighed. "How about you talk to Janet and have her design some costumes for the movie?"

"Do you need to remind me?" Laila's voice was just as light as his. "Otherwise, where do you think she got the inspiration for the pirate theme?"

Back when Janet was feeling uninspired, she had already planted the ideas of the pirate theme and Baroque style in her mind. The appearance of the design drafts earlier wasn't just a coincidence.

"Ah." Roy sighed, half-serious and half-jokingly. "I shouldn't have doubted your cunning nature. You truly live up to being my BOSS." Would an ordinary person, in order to make a film, instruct their mother, a designer, on the costumes for a movie to be made in a year or two?

"Thank you." Laila took his words as a compliment and accepted them naturally.

Roy stared at her profile for a while before expressing his sentiment, "Having a BOSS like you, I must have incredible luck."

Laila raised an eyebrow, "Even if you're buttering me up now if you mess up on the island, I will still wallop you."

Roy wasn't afraid of her "wallops." With her thin arms, she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. How could she possibly beat him, a guy with well-defined muscles?

But when it came to the island, he became excited, "I've never been to an island like this before. Do you think it will be as beautiful as Hawaii on TV?"

"No." Laila poured cold water on his excitement, "Hawaii is open to everyone. How much investment did that take? Private islands will only be open to a limited number of people for a limited time. How much investment do you think that requires?"

"Guess you're right." Roy sounded a bit disappointed. "Maybe there won't even be any interesting places to visit."

In his mind, the island was probably just filled with company executives. There might be boring meeting rooms and such. Bars and dance halls were probably out of the question. Who had ever seen billionaires singing in karaoke bars?

He didn't know that while Janet was paying attention to this side of the conversation, she wore an expression of disappointment and regret as well. "Dad, I used to think that boy had such a handsome face, and Laila might like him. But his brain doesn't seem to work well. Even if they got together, wouldn't he be bullied?"

Indeed, Hawaii was open to the public, and the investment was significant. But the investment for private islands wasn't small either! Precisely because they were designed for a limited number of people, they were refined down to every detail. Imagine dividing a million among ten thousand people versus using it for one person. Would the results be the same?

And this was the place where American Express entertained the most prestigious figures from around the world. Comparing it to Hawaii was like comparing apples to oranges!

So, Janet felt that Roy's brain didn't quite work well in this context. However, she forgot that Roy didn't come from her upper-class world, so how could he know about those things? Even she often got fooled by Laila and lost her sense of direction, right?

Oswald glanced at the newspaper in his hands without looking up and counter-questioned, "Do you want to see Laila get bullied?"

"Of course not, I just think it's a pity." Janet whispered, "Look at the people Laila brings along—her secretary and that Theron. I think she must like attractive people. Laila should like a handsome boy like little Roy, right?"

"Nonsense!" Old man Oswald was displeased. "Does Hollywood lack good-looking people? If Laila falls for anyone she meets, how will that work? She's still young, so what's strange about her liking good-looking people? As a mother, just stay out of this!"

He definitely wouldn't approve of his granddaughter's boyfriend without testing him thousands of times! What's the use of being good-looking? Just look at that scoundrel Reynolds to understand. He used his handsome face to deceive his foolish daughter and ended up ruining her life! So, a man had to have real skills!

"That's not what I meant!" Janet still wanted to advocate for some benefits for her daughter when a flight attendant walked over and informed her that the plane would be landing in a few minutes. She needed to sit down and fasten her seatbelt.

Shortly after, the captain's voice echoed in the cabin, signaling everyone to prepare for landing.

"That's the island?" Roy leaned against the window, gazing through the glass at an island that emerged from the clear blue sea like a full moon. One side of the island was covered in jungle and cliffs, while the other was adorned with golden sand, creating a beautifully contrasting view.

"Probably." Laila took a glance by the window as well. It was indeed a stunning island. The fact that their large airplane could land there indicated that the island's facilities were quite sophisticated.

A few minutes later, the plane smoothly touched down on the island's runway.

As the group disembarked, they were greeted by personnel wearing American Express badges.

One middle-aged man walked up and said, "Mr. Moran, Mrs. Moran, and Miss Moran, welcome to Golden Island. I am your private butler, Morton. From now until you depart from the island, Mr. Moran, I will be at your service."

At the same time, two middle-aged women approached Laila and Janet respectively. One stood in front of Laila and respectfully bent over, "Respected Miss Moran, I am your private butler, Linda. From today until you leave Golden Island, I will be at your service."

"Hello, Linda." Laila nodded at her.

Linda signaled for someone behind her to take the group's luggage and asked, "Would you like to rest first or have a meal or outing?"

"Rest first. I'm tired." Flying wasn't just physically exhausting for Laila; it was mentally taxing as well. After experiencing that terrifying turbulence, she wished she could avoid planes altogether. Unfortunately, her status made that wish impossible to fulfill.

"Alright, Miss Moran and everyone, please follow me." Linda gestured gracefully, leading the group towards the waiting helicopter parked nearby.