With him and Araceli around, protecting her wasn’t an issue.
As for Kelvin…
Iker selfishly thought: If he dies, he dies. Maybe this way, he’d have a chance to replace Kelvin in Cheyenne’s mind.
“Thank you, Master Iker. Don’t worry, I won’t wander off.”
As long as he could be with her, everything else was fine.
On the other hand, Kelvin felt a bit suspicious; this Iker wasn’t a good guy.
Always finding opportunities to flirt with his wife in front of him.
Kelvin coldly turned his handsome face away and planted a kiss on Cheyenne’s cheek right in front of everyone.
Then, fearing her anger, he smiled brilliantly and said, “Honey, don’t worry. I will go all out protecting you.”
Cheyenne touched the spot he kissed, her eyes widened in anger.
Lowering her voice, gritting her teeth, she said, “Control yourself. Baylee is still young!”
It’s not good for the child!
But seeing him smile so handsomely, she decided not to scold him this time.
“It’s your fault, Cheyenne. You’re so beautiful that I can’t help myself. I believe Master Iker can understand me, right?”
As he said this, he looked at Iker, and there was no trace of his usual calmness in his deep-set eyes.
Full of pride and provocation, like an immature teenager.
Iker sneered in disdain but turned to Cheyenne with a rare gentle look.
“I’m different. My love for Cheyenne is restrained. I won’t do anything she doesn’t like.”
Wasn’t he indirectly saying Kelvin was too arrogant and didn’t respect her opinions?
Kelvin was once again angered to the point of speechlessness.
“Who said Cheyenne doesn’t like me kissing her? Didn’t you see her blush when I kissed her?”
It felt like everyone’s eyes were on her, as if trying to confirm if she really blushed.
Cheyenne’s face turned red with embarrassment.
She knew Iker liked her, but she had clearly rejected him.
Well, he’d get over it eventually.
She discreetly kicked Kelvin hard, making him wince but hold back his pain.
But the bulging vein on his forehead gave away his current state.
Ouch!
“Cough… let’s move quickly. It gets dark early here; it won’t be convenient later.”
According to the plan they discussed earlier, Paisley would take Baylee to Bamboo Island under Araceli’s escort.
Cheyenne, Kelvin, and Iker would head to the legendary Dragon Serpent Isle prison with a map in hand.
Before parting ways, Paisley held Cheyenne’s hand with worry in her eyes, gently patting the back of her hand.
“Be careful, especially you, Cheyenne… Come back safely.”
“As for Old Bray… he’s getting old. If you can’t rescue him… just leave without him.”
It’s not that Paisley wasn’t concerned about Old Bray; after all, he had been with her for most of her life.
From their young love to their inevitable divorce, she still loved him deep down.
But compared to three young lives, they were old and had limited time left.
It wasn’t worth risking the lives of three young people for them.
They had bright futures ahead.
Cheyenne was surprised by Paisley’s words but saw tears and anxiety in her eyes.
“Paisley, don’t worry. We’ll bring Old Bray back and take care of ourselves.”
Although she had bravely declared that she would rather die with Kelvin, it doesn’t mean she wants to die far from home.
“I know, take care, anyway,” Paisley said.
After saying this, Paisley turned and left with Baylee. Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel sad watching Paisley’s slightly stooped figure.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
“If we don’t find Old Bray, Paisley will be very upset, won’t she?”
Maybe she will choose to end her life to be with Old Bray.
As soon as they saw her tears, the two big men panicked.
Iker hurriedly vowed, “Cheyenne, don’t worry, even if we have to dig the island three feet deep, I will find Old Bray.”
Kelvin went further and reached out to wipe her tears away.
“I think Old Bray should be safe for now. At least until he reveals our whereabouts, those people won’t kill him.”
If Old Bray is smart enough, delaying a bit will provide more security.
Unfortunately, Kelvin has overestimated Old Bray.
After being captured by those people, he was locked in a small room only five square meters in size.
It was dim and cramped, with only a ray of light coming through a small opening high on the wall.
The square walls were covered with dried bloodstains, layer upon layer, even though many years had passed.
One could still see the scenes from back then in these bloodstains, indicating how miserable and inhumane it was.
He had been here for quite some time, and apart from the sound of the wind and his own voice, it was as quiet as if the world had forgotten about him.
“Hey, is anyone there? Can someone talk to me? I’m so bored.”
“Who are you people? Why did you capture me? Just talk nicely… I’ll cooperate if I can, okay?”
Meanwhile, the surveillance camera captured this scene, and the man watching the monitor remained silent.
After several minutes passed without anyone responding to him, Old Bray switched to pretending to be weak.
He lay motionless on the ground.
“Fine, since no one is talking to me, I’ll just sleep. Maybe I’ll dream of winning a jackpot.”
Seeing this, the mysterious man muttered and finally spoke.
“Go, bring him here.”
“Yes, sir.”
The two men who received the order respectfully left the room and came to Old Bray’s cell.
They opened the door.
Upon hearing footsteps, Old Bray immediately sat up excitedly, looking at the two people in front of him with eager eyes.
“At last, someone’s here. Who are you?”
While speaking, Old Bray also scrutinized them. When he saw that they were wearing Chulae uniforms, his heart skipped a beat.
They were not members of a civilian organization, but…
Without a word, the two men rudely grabbed Old Bray’s arms and dragged him away.
“Young man, speak nicely, I can walk by myself! Oh, I’m getting old, can’t keep up with you young folks. Slow down!”
“Quit babbling, come with us!”